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

Oliver was setting the table, carefully placing forks beside each plate. Mia was humming to herself, swinging her legs from her chair.

For a moment, everything felt normal. Then came the knock, the kind that makes your stomach drop before you even know why.

I wiped my hands on a dish towel and walked to the door, my pulse already picking up speed.

I looked through the peephole and felt my entire body go cold.

“Jake??” I whispered.

I opened the door slowly, keeping my hand on the frame. “What do you want?”

He stood there with his arms crossed. He looked cold and entitled.

“I left some things here,” he said flatly. “I need to pick them up.”

I blinked at him. “Jake, you fought me for every single item in this house.

What could you possibly have left behind? The doorknobs?”

He shifted his weight, irritation flickering across his face. “Just let me in.

Ten minutes. I’ll grab what’s mine and go.”

Every instinct in my body screamed at me to slam the door in his face. But I was so tired of fighting and tolerating his drama.

“Fine,” I said, stepping aside.

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