On Thanksgiving, I Got a Parcel from My Husband’s Mistress Containing a Turkey and a Pregnancy Test – They Didn’t See This Coming
On Thanksgiving morning, Lila thought she had everything she ever wanted — a warm kitchen, a humming husband, and the promise of sharing big news. But when the doorbell rang, everything changed.
No visitor. Just a small, unmarked box.
Inside: a perfectly cooked turkey, a positive pregnancy test… and a USB drive. On top was a handwritten note:
“Happy Thanksgiving, Lila.
You’ll want to see this.
XO, Vanessa.”
Vanessa — the woman from Cole’s office.
Cole’s face went pale. Lila didn’t wait for excuses. She plugged in the USB.
What she saw shattered her world: videos of Vanessa in her robe, on her couch, in her bed… and Cole recording her with a smirk.
“She’ll never see this coming,” he whispered.
Lila closed the laptop, steady and cold.
“Get out,” she said. “And take your betrayal with you. You won’t touch me or my baby.”
Because Lila was pregnant too.
Over the next months, she rebuilt her life piece by piece — journaling, repainting, going to appointments alone. By the time she served Cole his divorce papers, she was no longer the woman who froze in the kitchen holding a box.
Vanessa tried to weaponize the videos; instead, she lost everything. Cole followed, jobless and desperate, begging to hear “his son’s voice.”
Lila deleted the voicemail.
Two years later, Lila found real love with Mark, a gentle single father who never flinched at her story. Their children played together, their home filled with warmth and laughter.
That Thanksgiving didn’t break her.
It revealed her strength —
and cleared space for the life she truly deserved.
