Eight Months Pregnant, I Caught My Husband and Best Friend Cheating. So, I Arranged Their Deliveries–Straight to Hell.
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Eight months pregnant, I went to find Julian, my husband, who was out fishing. Instead, I stumbled upon him wrapped in the arms of my best friend, Bethany. "Julian, when are you finally going to divorce that hag? My baby can't wait." "Relax, I've got everything planned. Her delivery day will be her death day!" "Then we'll take her fifty million dollars in lottery winnings and settle overseas!" Their laughter echoed, and I felt like I'd been plunged into an ice bath. My husband of ten years, my best friend of fifteen, both wanted me dead. If that's the game they were playing, then they…