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My husband traded our family of four for his mistress. Three years later, I met them again and it was perfectly satisfying. 14 years of marriage. Two children. A shared life that I thought was perfect. Funny how quickly it can all fall apart. That moment came when Stan came into the house one night, not alone. He was accompanied by a woman, tall, glamorous, with a smile so bright it could cut glass. I was in the kitchen, stirring soup, when I heard her heels. “Well, honey,” she said, looking at me. “YOU’RE NOT EXAGGERATING. SHE REALLY GOT HER MIND. IT’S A BAD THING, BUT SHE’S GOT A DECENT BONE STRUCTURE.” I froze. “Excuse me?” Stan sighed, as if I were the one who was intruding. “LAUREN, I WANT A DIVORCE.” The room spun. “A divorce? What about our kids? What about our lives?” “You’ll be okay. I’ll send you money,” he shrugged. “Oh, and you can sleep on the couch or go to your sister’s. Miranda’s staying at my place,” he added. That night, I packed my bags, took the kids, and left. The divorce followed. We sold the house, downsized, and tried to rebuild. Stan disappeared, not just from me, but from the kids. At first, he sent them money for food and clothes, but eventually, he stopped. The kids didn’t see him for over two years. He didn’t just abandon me, he abandoned them. But one day, as I was coming home with groceries, I suddenly saw them, Stan and Miranda, and my heart froze. As I got closer, I realized that karma REALLY EXISTS. I immediately called my mother. “MOM, YOU DON’T BELIEVE THIS!”⬇️
