When I got pregnant, I thought it would be the happiest chapter of our lives. But almost overnight, my husband turned cold. He mocked my changing body, ignored how sick and exhausted I was, and treated me like a burden instead of a partner. The man who once cherished me was now staying out late, glued to his phone, and barely speaking to me. At eight months pregnant, he came home with another woman—and divorce papers. He thought he was winning. He thought leaving me would break me.But what he didn’t know was that I had a plan. That “other woman”? I hired her. I knew the moment he met someone younger and pretty, his ego would lead him right into my trap. While he was blinded by lust, I rewrote the paperwork, made him sign away our house and accounts, and walked away with everything—except him.
Now, I’m raising our daughter in the home he thought he stole from me, finally at peace. And him? He’s broke, alone, and begging for a second chance.But that chapter’s closed. I already got my happy ending.
