During my pregnancy, my husband changed. Arnie, once the man who held me like I was his whole world, turned into someone cold and cruel.
He mocked my looks as my body changed, ignored my pain, and made me feel worthless. While I carried our daughter, he came home late, smelling like someone else, never once offering comfort. Then one day, he came home with another woman—Stacy—and handed me divorce papers like I meant nothing.
He thought he had won. He thought he was trading me in for someone “better.” But what he didn’t know was that I had a plan of my own.I had hit rock bottom—but that’s where I found my strength. I confided in my best friend, found support, and slowly pieced together a way out. Stacy? She wasn’t just some young girl Arnie seduced. I hired her. She was part of the plan.
Arnie, driven by lust and arrogance, never questioned a thing. He signed over our house, our accounts—everything. By the time our baby girl was born, I was free. Divorced. Stronger. And I had full control of the life we once built together.When he realized what I’d done, he came back begging. Stacy had dumped him, and he had nothing left.
