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

“But you gave it to me! You said it was mine!”

Mia came running in, clutching her favorite doll. When she saw Jake stuffing toys into his bag, her eyes went wide.

“Daddy? What are you doing?”

Jake reached for the dollhouse in the corner. It was pink and white, with tiny furniture Mia had carefully arranged.

She loved that dollhouse and played with it every single day.

“This too,” he muttered, yanking it off the shelf.

“Noooo!” Mia shrieked, grabbing the roof of the dollhouse. “That’s mine, Daddy! Please don’t take it!”

Jake pulled harder, and Mia stumbled backward, tears streaming down her face.

“Daddy, please!” she sobbed. “Please don’t take my house!”

He ripped it from her hands and shoved it toward his bag. “Enough, Mia.

I bought this. It belongs to me. Amanda and I might have a daughter someday.

What am I supposed to do then, buy everything all over again? No. I already paid for this once.”

I felt something inside me snap.

I stepped forward and grabbed his arm, my nails digging into his skin. “STOP! Stop it right now.”

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