He got my boss’s daughter pregnant while I was carrying our baby, and now they say I’m the mistress

I can’t believe these words are about to leave my mouth, but here we go. My fiancé, my damn fiancé, is fathering another woman’s baby at the same time as mine. Not just any woman either. He got my boss’s daughter pregnant, and now my entire workplace is calling me the homewrecker, the “other woman.” I didn’t even realize how twisted everything was until I overheard him confiding in my boss about “preparing for fatherhood.” I thought he meant with me. Turns out he was talking about her.

I should’ve seen the signs. For weeks, he’d come home late, smelling like fancy perfume that definitely wasn’t mine. He gave me a weak excuse about “high-end colognes at the office,” and I rolled my eyes but brushed it off. I was already exhausted from my own pregnancy: the morning sickness, the migraines, the emotional roller coaster. Meanwhile, he was slipping away every chance he got, lunchtime, post-work “meetings,” mysterious phone calls he’d hang up if I walked into the room.

Then, last month, my boss cornered me. She started going on about “personal boundaries” and “not letting personal relationships disrupt the office.” I had no clue what she was implying until she flat-out asked me to respect her daughter’s relationship with my fiancé. Said it so casually, as if I was the side piece, as though I was the one messing with them. I almost fainted on the spot. My fiancé had spun some story that made me look like a jealous ex-girlfriend, lurking around while he’s building a “future” with the boss’s daughter.

The part that wrecks me the most is this: I’m pregnant too. It isn’t a fling or an “accident.” We planned to have this baby. We’d even picked out names. He was so eager, said it was the perfect time. Now I realize he was probably telling her the same thing, maybe feeding her the same lines about how they’d raise a family in some ideal dream home. And I’m stuck under the same roof as him, watching him bolt off to share the big news with her while treating me like a nuisance.

If I weren’t pregnant, I’d have run out that door, changed my number, and never looked back. But here I am, flipping through legal websites, calling attorneys on my lunch break, and trying to figure out how the hell to protect myself and my baby when all my colleagues see me as the interloper. In one twisted swoop, he’s destroyed my professional reputation and our entire future together.

I’m posting this because I feel so alone. I can’t tell my family, my mom would probably fly over and smack him. My best friend is so angry she can hardly speak to me. I feel like I’m breathing glass shards every time I think about his betrayal. Meanwhile, I’m supposed to keep calm for the sake of this baby growing inside me.

So that’s it. That’s my secret: I’m engaged to a two-timer, pregnant by a man who’s also fathering my boss’s grandchild. If there’s any silver lining, it’s that maybe my baby will never remember the chaos of these months. I just know I deserve a better ending than this nightmare. I hope I can find the courage to leave before he tears me down even more, and I hope telling my story is the first step in reclaiming my life.