My Husband Left Me While I Was Pregnant With Twins, So I Didn’t Wait for Karma and Took Revenge Myself — Story of the Day

I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply. A faint scent lingered. Soft, floral, unmistakably feminine. And it didn’t belong to me.

It can’t be…

I frantically turned the jacket inside out, shaking my hands as I dug into the pockets. Loose change. Crumpled receipts. A folded napkin from a restaurant.

And then… something that made my breath hitch.

A receipt!

My eyes darted over the details. The purchase wasn’t anything special, but the location… there it was, a neatly written address in a woman’s hand.

What if this is just a random receipt? What if it means nothing?

But deep down, I already knew the truth. It wasn’t just an address. It was a lead. And I had a gut feeling that I would find someone who had the answers at the end.

***

That evening, I stood outside a cozy little house on the outskirts of town. My breath came in shallow gasps.

I had been watching for thirty minutes. Long enough to see the woman arrive—blonde, at least ten years younger than me. She had parked her old Jeep, pulled out grocery bags, and disappeared inside.

Later, warm light glowed from the windows. I could see her moving around, preparing dinner.

For herself? Or… for Max?

I had to act while she was still alone. Finally, I stepped forward and knocked.

The door opened almost instantly, and the woman blinked at me, confused.

“Hi,” I said, my voice cold.

“Hi… Do I know you?”

“You really don’t?”

“No… Should I?”

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