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My ex-husband showed up unannounced with an empty gym bag and walked straight into our kids’ bedroom. Then he started taking their toys for his mistress’s son. My kids cried as their father stole their happiness, and I felt helpless.
Karma arrived right on time in the most unexpected way.
I was wrong.
My name is Rachel, and I’m a 34-year-old mother of two beautiful children. Oliver is five, with his father’s dark hair and my stubborn streak. Mia is three, all curls and giggles and the kind of sweetness that makes your heart ache.
They are everything to me… everything I fought for when my marriage to their father, Jake, came crashing down six months ago.
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