Being a mom to Emma, Jake, and Sarah has always been the best part of my life. I built my world around them—school runs, sports, bedtime stories, all of it.
For 15 years, I thought Peter and I were in it together. Our marriage wasn’t perfect, but I believed we had love. Especially when I became the main breadwinner after my business took off.
Then one day, I overheard Peter telling a friend he didn’t love me and was only staying to avoid child support. He laughed about using me while dreaming of a younger woman. That broke something in me.
I didn’t confront him. I called a top divorce lawyer and started gathering evidence. Phone records, dating apps, receipts for gifts and even an engagement ring—for someone else.
Worst of all, our kids already knew. They told the judge how absent and uninterested their dad had become. It broke my heart.
The court ruled in my favor—full custody, the house, and even spousal support. Peter lost everything he took for granted.
As we left the courthouse, Emma asked, “Mom, are we going to be okay?”
I squeezed her hand and said, “Yes. We already are.”
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