Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby

Sabrina devoted seven years of her life to a marriage built on hope, sacrifice, and repeated heartbreak. But just when she discovers she is pregnant again, her husband Leon shatters her world with one sentence.” She’s carrying a healthy baby, Sabrina… and she deserves to be with the father of her child.” Thrown aside for Zara—his first love, now heavily pregnant with his child—Sabrina spirals into a life-threatening tragedy the moment Leon turns his back. As she fights for her life in the hospital, the only man who runs to her side is Cole, Leon’s best friend… the man who has silently loved her for years. While Leon builds a new family with Zara, Cole bleeds, fights, and risks everything to keep Sabrina alive. Betrayed and broken, she finds unexpected solace in Cole Lander—her husband’s best friend. Will Sabrina find the strength to start over, or will her pain consume her?

I built them up. I gave them everything. And they destroyed me. I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought friendship meant loyalty. But I was wrong. I bankrolled my boyfriend, helping him rise from nothing, believing in his dreams. I took my best friend under my wing, giving her everything she never had. But while I was away, enjoying a much-needed girls' trip—the one she conveniently backed out of—they were busy betraying me in the worst way possible. I found out by accident. A simple call from his phone, meant to tell my best friend I was back, turned into the moment that shattered my world. "My baby." Those words on the screen made my stomach drop. And then I read more. "I’m just after her money. Once I get enough, I’ll leave her. I’m collecting from her and her father. I’ll use her and dump her." Every message felt like a dagger to my heart. The man I loved, the friend I trusted—they had been plotting against me all along. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. What do I do? Do I confront them? Do I scream? Do I fall apart? I want to wake up. I want this to be a nightmare. But it’s not. This is my reality. And I don’t know what happens next.

My best friend, Summer Cortez, is a self-proclaimed independent woman who constantly talks about how much she hates men. Some time ago, she showed up with a heavily pregnant belly and claimed that she'd undergone IVF overseas because she wanted to be a single mother by choice. Today's the day she's discharged from the postpartum retreat. My boyfriend, Adrian Haynes, fusses over her every step of the way, even stocking up on the most expensive baby diapers in advance. He wipes the sweat from his forehead, trying to appease me. "Summer's had it tough. As your boyfriend, it's only right that I help to take care of your best friend." Summer reclines against the headboard, a haughty expression on her face. "If it weren't for Sylvia's sake, I'd never have let a stinking man lay a finger on my baby." I simply smile in return. I'm just about to hand her the generous gift I've prepared for the baby, Noah Cortez's one-month celebration, when Noah blows a raspberry and lets out a tiny coo in the cradle. To everyone else, it's just meaningless baby babble. But to my ears, which had just undergone surgery after a car accident, it turns into a childish voice of complaint. [Daddy's such a good actor. Just last night, he was hugging and kissing Mommy in the bathroom.] The smile on my face instantly freezes. I look up at Adrian, only to find him staring at Summer with unmistakable affection. A cold laugh escapes my lips as I slip the check back into my bag. "On second thought, I had Adrian buy the gifts. Since you're so repulsed by men, I'm sure you wouldn't accept gifts that have been bought by one."

I had a one-night stand with my heartless boss to mend my broken heart. In the morning, he was gone.... Off to propose to my best friend. I thought that was my rock bottom. I was wrong. I fainted in front of him months later, and the doctor announced my pregnancy. His baby. To protect everyone, especially my best friend, I hid the truth and disappeared with his child. Now, two years later, he’s found us. The ruthless, cold man I remember is gone, replaced by someone determined to be a father… and to win me over. But between his controlling family, my vengeful ex-best friend, and the ex-boyfriend who won’t let go, trusting him feels like the most dangerous risk of all. My son’s life and my fragile heart are on the line. Do I dare believe the man who once destroyed me is my only chance at a real family… or is this the final set-up for a betrayal that will break us forever?

Right after my best friend, Freda Foster, is done giving birth, I cuddle with her newborn while playing with him. "Hi, darling. I'm your godmother, and he's your godfather." That's when my husband, Hugo Reid, suddenly speaks up. "I'm not his godfather. I'm his actual father." At first, I think I'm hearing things. Unexpectedly, Hugo's lips curl into a smirk. He repeats himself, "The baby's mine. On the day your father passed away, Freda and I did it the whole night. We used a whole box of condoms, too." I remain rooted to the spot. My throat feels very constricted to the point I can barely find my voice. A long while later, I finally choke out, "But… But we only registered our marriage yesterday…" Hugo laughs as he wraps an arm around me and starts consoling me. "Don't worry. Freda and I are friends with benefits, at most. If we wanted to get married, we'd have gotten married a long time ago." A pause later, he adds teasingly, "Wait, Freda is still keeping this a secret from you, huh? The truth is, we were in a relationship before. I'm the first man she's been with, you know."

In my past life, my best friend and I married twins at the same time. We shared secrets, complained about our husbands, and teamed up to outsmart our overbearing mother-in-law—it was truly enjoyable. Until the day I nearly died giving birth to twins. As I lay on the brink of death, my best friend cradled my newborns and revealed the cruel truth. “Thank you, Bianca, for giving me such adorable twins. You had no idea, did you? The twins only ever loved me. If I had the ability to give birth, we wouldn't have used you as a tool to have kids. "You’re poor and have never been loved, so it was far too easy to manipulate you. Even the way your husband loved you? It was all my idea—I planned every move he made. “Oh, and every time you two were intimate, I was watching through the cameras—every single time!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I met my best friend.