My Ex Came to Take Our Kids’ Toys for His Mistress’s Child – But Karma Didn’t Take Long to Retaliate

“Oh, I understand perfectly.

I understand that you’ve been so wrapped up in your new life with Amanda that you’ve forgotten you already have a family. I understand that you’ve barely called or visited your children in months. And I understand that the first time you bother to show up here, it’s NOT to see them.

It’s to TAKE from them.”

Jake’s face flushed. “That’s not fair.”

“Fair?” Carla laughed bitterly. “You want to talk about fair?

Look at your children, Jake. Look at their faces.”

He didn’t look at them. He just stared at the floor.

“You know what?” Carla added.

“I’m done watching you hurt these kids… and pretending you’re the man I raised. So let me make something very clear…”

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow felt louder than a shout.

“If you ever come back here and try to take from Oliver and Mia again, you will regret it.

Do you understand me? And hear me well, Jake. I’m striking your name out of my will.

Every last cent I leave behind will go to your children. NOT YOU. Everything will go to Oliver and Mia…

because they’re the only ones who deserve it.”

The room went completely silent as Jake’s face went white. “Mom, you can’t be serious.”

“I have never been more serious in my life,” she concluded. “Now get out of this house.”

Jake stood there for a moment, frozen.

Then he cursed under his breath, dropped the gym bag on the floor, and stormed out. The door slammed so hard the walls shook.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Oliver and Mia scrambled to pick up the toys that had spilled from the bag, clutching them like lifelines. Mia pressed her dollhouse to her chest, tears still streaming down her face.

Carla knelt down and pulled them both into her arms.

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