I EXPOSED HIS PREGNANT MISTRESS - HOURS BEFORE BIRTH OF OUR BABY!

Two days before my precious daughter was due, I made a shocking discovery... By Claire McLean, 29

Cuddled up on the couch for a bit of quality time together, I knew now was the time to talk about children. 

‘I don’t think I want to replace my implant,’ I blurted out to my partner Alastair. ‘If you don’t want kids, you’ll have to wear protection.’

He looked a bit stunned at first. But then I noticed a sparkle in his eye. ‘I’m not going to wear anything,’ he replied, a smile creeping across his face.

And that was that. We were trying for a baby.

Alistair and I had been together four years and I’d been ready for children for quite some time. About two years into the relationship, I mentioned I’d like to be a mum, but Alistair wasn’t ready and I respected that.

But now that both of us were ready to start the journey to parenthood, we got straight to work. As I had to wait for the contraceptive implant to leave my system, it took a bit longer than expected.

But six months later, I began to feel a bit strange. Can it be? I thought.

Three minutes and a toilet trip later, it was confirmed. I was pregnant!

There were so many emotions running through my mind but I couldn’t wait to share the news with Alastair.

I was anxiously waiting for him to arrive home and when he walked through the door, I ran straight up to him.

‘Come sit down, I have something to tell you,’ I said with a bursting smile. ‘I’m pregnant!’

Silence… ‘Right, okay,’ he finally replied.

Alistair had an odd look on his face and I couldn’t make out if it was just nerves or if there was something else going on.

‘What was that all about?’ I asked.

‘Oh, nothing!’ He replied. ‘We’re going to be parents!’

It wasn’t quite the reaction I was expecting but I just put it down to nerves about impending parenthood.

It played on my mind though. We were in a long-term relationship, this was a planned pregnancy, it shouldn’t have been that big of a surprise.

But I soon brushed it aside and for the next few months, we excitedly made plans for our new arrival. Alistair cut down his hours at work to help me prepare and we even moved house.

I was high as a kite - and ready to welcome our baby into the world.

Two days before my due date, Alastair had headed off to work and I was cuddled on the sofa watching a film.

That’s when I noticed he had left his Facebook page open on his laptop. I don’t know what it was, but something told me I needed to find out what was going on in his world.

Nothing could have prepared me for the string of messages I found between him and a woman named Stephanie. They were pretty vague but I knew something wasn’t right.

I kept scrolling, on a desperate hunt to find out what was going on.

You need to tell Claire that you’ve got Stephanie pregnant… one post read.

I felt the bile rise in my throat and, clutching my baby bump, my mind raced. Alistair was cheating - and expecting another baby with his mistress?

Just two days away from giving birth to our own longed-for baby, it was almost too much to bear. I broke down in tears as I felt my entire world crumbling around me.

I tried to calm myself down, I had to think about my baby, but I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest.

When Alistair eventually came home from work, I wanted to scream but I couldn’t say or do anything. I was frozen and confused.

A few hours later, I plucked up the courage and confronted him.

‘I see Stephanie is pregnant with your baby,’ I said calmly.

A look of sheer panic ran across his face. ‘What?’ he stammered.

‘Don’t even try to deny it. I’ve seen the messages,’ I said.

Alistair broke down crying then. ‘I’m so sorry. It was just one drunken mistake,’ he pleaded.

I was crushed. How could he do this to me - to us?

I went to bed but I didn’t sleep a wink that night, the emotional agony matching the labour pains I’d started experiencing.

After a night of tossing and turning, my waters broke the next morning when Alistair was at work, and I rushed to hospital.

‘I’m in labour,’ I rang him, scared, in agony - and still furious.

Alistair arrived at the hospital soon afterwards and I forced the events of the previous night out of my mind as I concentrated on the birth.

With Alastair by my side, in May 2012, we welcomed our beautiful daughter Casey-May into the world. It should have been a joyful celebration but I felt robbed of the happy experience and instead, I felt tense and awkward.

I felt I owed it to our daughter to give our relationship another chance, Casey-May deserved a dad in her life, and so we limped along.

But things were never the same between us after that. I was constantly wondering where Alistair was and what he was doing.

He assured me that he’d broken things off with Stephanie, but I wasn’t so sure. Two weeks after Casey-May was born, I got an email from Stephanie.

She told me their affair had started when me and Alastair were on a break. We had never been on a break...I thought.

When I confronted Alastair he told me that he turned to Stephanie after we’d had a bust up one evening but he never intended it to continue.

My heart sank. Now I understood his bleak reaction when he found out I was pregnant. I wanted to to know everything. I had to know everything.

‘It’s over. It’s been over for ages. The last time I saw Stephanie was on her birthday months ago,’ Alistair pleaded. ‘I don’t even think I’m the father of her child!’

It wouldn’t have made any difference to how I felt but I needed to know if he was the father to another woman’s child. I demanded a DNA test.

‘I’ll do it after the baby’s born,’ he promised.

We continued our relationship a bit longer for the sake of Casey-May, but things were worse than ever. I could barely stand to be in the same room as him.

Then one day in August 2013 I finally cracked. ‘This isn’t going to work any longer,’ I told Alistair calmly.

Two week later, he left, and it wasn’t long after that that we got the results back from Alistair’s DNA test… positive. The cheating rat was the father of Stephanie’s baby after all.
Now, nearly five years on, I’m happily married to Miles, who is a fantastic father-figure to Casey-May and a doting dad to our two little ones, Skyla, two, and Orren, three months.

We are incredibly happy and I’m moving on with my life without Alastair. Every mum knows the pain of labour - but Alastair made sure I’ll never forget my first.

Alastair says: ‘As far as the story you are relating to me then yes, that’s how things happened. Obviously I don’t feel good about it at all and it affected the relationship I can have with my daughter. But once something is done, you can’t change it.’

Every mum knows the pain of labour but Claire will never forget hers thanks to discovering her partner's deceit in the delivery suite. Were you betrayed at a particularly bad time? Or perhaps an ex cheated with a friend of family member? Get in touch with our team on 0117 973 3730 to see how we can help sell your story.