When my husband, Mason, insisted on a gender reveal for our fourth child, I never expected it to go so wrong. He left me stranded with our kids, and when I discovered the truth, I wanted nothing to do with him.
I’m Jules, 35, and mom to Olivia, 6, Lyla, 4, and Everly, 2. Mason and I had been together for ten years. He always wanted a big family, and when I got pregnant again, he was ecstatic, especially hoping for a boy.
The gender reveal party was his idea. Everything seemed perfect until we cut the cake—and it was pink. We were having another girl. Mason snapped. He threw the cake, shouted, and stormed off, leaving me with our daughters in shock.
He didn’t come back that night or the next. Desperate, I contacted his father, Thomas, who immediately helped us financially. Days later, I saw Mason at a baby store, buying a crib for a baby boy with another woman, his pregnant mistress. He had left me for her because he wanted a son to inherit his father’s fortune, which Thomas had promised to the first son.
I confronted Thomas, who admitted that the inheritance condition had caused the rift. But he also disowned Mason for his actions. Weeks later, Mason proposed to his mistress, but life had a twist: my ultrasound had been wrong. I was having a son.
Two months later, Mason came to my door, desperate. He had lost everything, including his father’s inheritance. But I had a son—and everything Mason had wanted was now mine.
I closed the door on him, knowing my family—Olivia, Lyla, Everly, and my son, Thomas Jr.—deserved better. And we were finally free.