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

I let them pick out posters and stickers to make their room feel like theirs.

Money was tight. I work part-time as a stocker at a grocery store in town, scheduling my shifts around Oliver’s school hours and Mia’s preschool.

During holidays and weekends, I put them in daycare so I could keep working and we could stay afloat.

Every paycheck was carefully divided between rent, bills, and groceries. I had to watch every dollar, but we were managing.

We were even happy, honestly. I told myself that if I just kept moving forward, I could forget about Jake and put all his toxicity behind.

But then he showed up at my door, and he brought the nightmare back with him.

It was a Saturday morning. I was making pancakes for the kids, and the kitchen smelled like butter and vanilla.

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