My Pregnant Wife Her Best Friend Decided to Test My Loyalty – I Taught Her a Proper Lesson in Response

Ian thought he had the perfect love story: a beautiful marriage, a baby girl on the way, and a bond he believed was unbreakable. But that idyllic vision came crashing down when a loyalty test orchestrated by his pregnant wife, Kate, and her best friend spiraled into a web of deceit and revelations.

When I first met Kate, it felt like the universe had conspired to bring us together. Our paths crossed at a friend’s wedding, where we both reached for the same slice of cake, a simple yet serendipitous moment that led to hours of conversation, laughter, and an undeniable connection.

From that day on, we were inseparable, our love story unfolding with every shared adventure and whispered secret. I proposed to her under a sky full of stars on a beach that had become our special place, the waves echoing my racing heartbeat as she said “yes” with tears of joy. Our wedding was a celebration of love, surrounded by family and friends, a perfect beginning to our forever.

The dream of starting a family together was always in our hearts, and when we discovered Kate was pregnant, our happiness knew no bounds. The day we found out we were expecting a baby girl, we were over the moon, envisioning a future filled with love, laughter, and the tiny footsteps of our daughter.

But then, things took a turn. Kate started acting…unpredictable. She’d snap over the smallest things, hurl insults over the dinners I cooked, and drown in insecurity, accusing me of finding her unattractive.

One night, she devoured the chicken sandwiches I made, leaving me nothing, only to declare they tasted awful afterward. When I questioned why she ate them if they were so bad, her response was simply, “I was hungry.”

This became a recurring theme: she’d criticize everything I did, and eat everything I made, only to call it a disaster later. Yet, I refrained from arguing, craving some peace of mind after working for more than 80 hours a week.

Kate, being an only child, was accustomed to a life of indulgence, which only magnified during her pregnancy. Her insecurities led her to frequently call her mother, dragging my mother-in-law into our issues.

More often than not, I’d receive a call from her, advising patience and understanding, attributing Kate’s behavior to hormonal changes. Despite the challenges, I recognized this was a tough phase for Kate, and I chose not to dwell on these moments of frustration. I yearned for harmony and chose to overlook the trivialities for the sake of our growing family.

However, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. One day, after a gym session, a random woman approached me, flirting blatantly and suggesting we go out and grab a few drinks. I declined, reinforcing my commitment to my marriage.

Returning home to an unexpected hug and apology from Kate, I was confused. She then revealed everything, “Ian, I have to tell you something. My best friend thought…we thought it would be a good idea to test your loyalty. So, we asked a friend to flirt with you, to see what you would do. And you passed. Yayyy!”

Kate’s joy at my loyalty test “victory” was as palpable as the frustration boiling inside me. “For the love of God, Kate, I can’t believe you’d do this. Test my loyalty? When have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?” I couldn’t mask the hurt in my voice, the disbelief that my wife, my pregnant wife no less, and her best friend would concoct such a scheme.

Kate tried to lighten the mood with a kiss, urging me to just forget it since “all was cool.” But how could I? Despite the turmoil churning within me, I let it go, reminding myself she was carrying our child, our first child. I couldn’t, wouldn’t add stress to her already tumultuous emotions. So I swallowed my anger, choosing not to harbor any bitter feelings.

Time did what it does best – it moved on. We welcomed our daughter Ava into our world, and the joy she brought eclipsed past grievances. It was during one of those peaceful, heartwarming family moments in our living room, Ava nearly a year old, playing and giggling between us, that Kate revisited the topic.

She wrapped her arms around me, gratitude shining in her eyes. “I’m so glad we’re in this together. That you’re such a loyal husband.” Her words stirred old feelings, but her assertion that testing me was the right thing to do and that she’d do it again rekindled a dormant ember of resentment.

It was then, watching Ava’s innocent delight in her toys, that an idea formed. A plan to mirror Kate’s test, to show her the sting of doubt she’d once forced upon me. Now that Kate was back in shape, I reached out to an old friend, someone she had never met, and orchestrated my own “loyalty test.”

I finally received my friend’s call, my heart hammering as I listened. “Hey, Ian. All went fine, mate. Kate rejected me…” A wave of relief washed over me. But then, my friend hesitated, his next words slicing through the brief peace.

“But, Ian…she left me a note. With her number.” The confirmation came not from assumptions but from his firsthand view of Kate slipping the waiter the note. My relief turned to disbelief, then to a deep, aching sense of betrayal.

The confrontation that followed was as inevitable as it was painful. The air was thick with tension as I asked, “How could you do this, Kate?” Her confusion was palpable, her brows knitting together as she asked, “What are you talking about?”

Taking a deep breath, I laid it all out — the setup, my friend’s role, and the note. Watching her face shift from confusion to shock, then settling into a troubled realization, was like watching the last piece of a puzzle clicking into place, but wishing it hadn’t. “It was a joke, Ian. I wasn’t serious,” she managed to say, her voice a mix of defensiveness and disbelief.

Our exchange was abruptly cut off by the sound of Ava’s cries, a sharp reminder of the innocent love binding us together. Kate hastily excused herself, leaving me alone with a storm of thoughts.

As the door closed behind her, a profound sense of betrayal enveloped me. The laughter and love that once filled our home now seemed overshadowed by doubt and deception. Contemplating my next steps felt like navigating through a fog of uncertainty. Telling Kate to move out crossed my mind, a drastic measure fueled by anger and hurt. Yet, the thought of disrupting Ava’s life, of breaking apart our family over this, left me paralyzed.

I was at a crossroads, each path shrouded in the potential for regret. The idea of walking away from the life we built, of separating Ava from either of us, seemed unbearable. Yet, the foundation of trust we once shared felt irrevocably damaged.

In this moment of turmoil, I find myself reaching out, seeking advice, perspectives, or anything to guide me through this darkness. What would you do in my shoes?

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