nie smiled sweetly. “Hi, babe.

Or should I say… husband?”

Brian looked like a deer caught in headlights. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

I crossed my arms. “Hey, sweetheart.

You remember Stephanie, don’t you?”

His breathing turned shallow. “I—I can explain—”

“Oh, please.” I rolled my eyes. “You had a WHOLE SECOND LIFE, Brian.

Two wives. Two homes. Two entire marriages.”

Stephanie smirked.

“Classic narcissist behavior.”

Brian swallowed hard. “Listen—I never meant—”

“Save it,” I interrupted. “We’re not here for an apology.

We’re here to give you a little news update.”

His eyes darted between us, panic creeping in.

Stephanie leaned against the foot of the hospital bed, casually inspecting her nails. “Fun fact, Brian,” she said, her voice light. “Your hospital bill?

Donna and I aren’t paying for it. You can rot here.”

Brian’s mouth parted in disbelief. “Wha—You can’t just leave me here!”

I tilted my head.

“Oh, we can.”

Stephanie folded her arms. “And we will.”

Brian shifted in his bed, wincing. “Wait, wait—Stephanie, please.

Baby…”

Her expression hardened. “Baby? Oh, that’s rich.

You had me thinking we were starting a family. We were looking at houses. You wanted a baby, Brian!”

I flinched.

A baby? Jesus Christ. This was worse than I thought.

Brian squeezed his eyes shut.

“I was—I was gonna tell you both—”

“Oh, yeah?” I scoffed. “When? On your deathbed?

When you got caught? Oh wait—that already happened.”

Stephanie snorted.

Brian’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “Look, we can fix this—”

“Fix what?” I snapped.

“You are the problem, Brian.”

Stephanie shook her head. “And you know what’s funny? I defended you.

I believed every lie you ever told me.”

Brian reached a hand toward her, wincing. “Steph, please, just listen…”

Stephanie took a slow step back, her voice eerily calm. “You don’t get to say my name.

Not anymore.”

The silence was thick, suffocating.

Brian’s jaw clenched. His eyes flickered between us, desperate. “So what?

That’s it? You’re both just leaving me?”

I gave him a mock-sympathetic look. “That’s the general idea, yeah.”

Stephanie smirked.

“Hope you like hospital gowns, babe.”

Brian opened his mouth to argue, maybe to beg.

But we were already gone.

Brian’s web of lies unraveled fast.

Turns out?

He wasn’t just a liar. He was a fraud.

His boss found out about the fake business trips; they were real, but he had been funding personal vacations with company money. He got fired immediately.

Stephanie and I both filed for divorce.

Turns out, bigamy is very illegal, and Brian was looking at a very expensive legal battle.

His family? Oh, they disowned him. His mother called me personally to apologize, crying about how she “raised him better than this.” (Spoiler: She did not.)

And his living situation?

Well, let’s just say when you lie to two wives and use their money to pay for your life, things tend to go south real quick.

He got evicted.

His credit was trashed.

And last I heard?

He was living in his car.

I never thought I’d be bonded for life to my husband’s other wife.

But Stephanie and I? We’re friends now. We meet for coffee every Sunday.

We even went on a girls’ trip to Cancún last summer, paid for with the money we got from selling Brian’s precious collectibles.

As for Brian?

Well, karma did the rest of the work.

And I sleep great at night knowing that.

Source: amomama