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

He shook me off, his face twisting with irritation.

“Get off me, Rachel. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous? You’re stealing toys from your own children, and I’m the one being RIDICULOUS?”

“I’m not stealing anything,” he snapped.

“I bought these toys. They’re mine. And now they’re going to my family.

Ethan has been asking for dinosaurs, and I’m not going to waste money when I already have them.”

Oliver was crying now, his small shoulders shaking. “But Dad, you said they were mine. You promised.”

Jake crouched down, his face inches from Oliver’s.

“You’ll be fine, kid. Stop being so dramatic.”

Mia was clinging to my leg, her face buried in my jeans, her sobs muffled but heartbreaking.

I looked at Jake and felt nothing but pure, white-hot hatred. “GET OUT.”

“I’m not done yet,” he hissed, turning back to the shelves.

“I said get out!” I shouted.

“You are not taking another thing from this room. You are not taking anything else from my children. Get out of my house right now, or I swear to God, Jake, I will call the police.”

He straightened up, his jaw clenching.

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