I was 24 when I fell in love with Derek. By 26, we had Molly and what I thought was a stable marriage. Two years later, he got promoted—and that’s when things fell apart.
Secretive texts led to the discovery of a woman seven years younger, Tessa. Divorce followed quickly. Derek paid the bare minimum in child support while I struggled as a single mom.
When Molly was five, she broke her leg and needed surgery. I called Derek for help. He refused, claiming he “didn’t have the money.” Days later, a friend sent a screenshot: Derek had bought a new car—for Tessa.
I called him. He tried to justify it. I hung up and made one phone call he never saw coming: to Tessa’s mother, Margaret. I explained everything and sent the hospital bill.
Within an hour, Margaret publicly called him out on Instagram: “How could you afford a luxury gift but refuse to help pay for your five-year-old daughter’s surgery?” The post went viral.
Derek called, begged, argued—but I stood firm: “Transfer the full amount for Molly’s surgery. Then respond to the post.”
The next day, the full payment arrived, plus extra for follow-up costs. Derek had even sold Tessa’s car. Molly’s surgery went smoothly.
Later, Derek came to the hospital, whispered to Molly, “Daddy loves you more than any car,” and left. I watched my daughter sleep, finally feeling relief—and a little justice.