My ex and his mistress laughed at me during my daughter’s birthday while I stood there in scrubs.
What they didn’t know was that I was about to ruin everything they’d secretly planned behind my back.
I’m a single mom.
My ex, Jake, left me for his mistress when our kid was just 3. He picked THE WORST TIME. I took care of my sick dad 24/7, bathed, fed him, etc.
Then he passed… and left me drowning in his debt. It was absolute HELL. Jake?
Didn’t help with our daughter at all. It was like we didn’t even exist.
But 2 years later, Jake and his GF suddenly showed up, eager to be involved with Ellie. At first, I thought I was paranoid.
But then Jake decided to throw a HUGE birthday party for Ellie. I couldn’t afford anything close to that, but my daughter deserved the best, so I kept my mouth shut.
That day, I barely made it to the party after my cleaning job. And OMG, all those rich people were looking at me like I was literal trash.
I was so embarrassed I snuck off to the bathroom. I was about to step out of the stall when I heard MY EX AND HIS GF talking:
“I’m telling you, after tonight, we need to move forward,” said Candy.
“She couldn’t even pull off a birthday party. Showed up at the end.
We can use this — show she can’t handle basic parenting,” Jake added calmly.
“Smart of you to reschedule the party,” Candy giggled. “She looks like a hurricane survivor. Perfect courtroom optics.”
“Once we get custody, we can petition for control of the trust.
That money — it’s our chance. Beach house, your yoga studio, stability. We’ll hire a nanny.
Sarah has no idea we’re already working on the papers.”
“She looks like a fast-food cashier. She’s got no shot in court.”
It was like someone dumped ice water over me.
Not love. Not care.
Money. My father had left it for Ellie, and they were circling it like sharks.
I slipped out of the stall silently after they left. Walked up to the mirror.
Looked at myself.
Exhausted. Worn down. Forgotten.
But not broken.
Slowly, I pulled my phone from my pocket. The recording was still going.
They had no idea I wasn’t the kind of woman they could break when it came to her child’s future.
I was ready to fight back.
The next morning, I got up before Ellie. I made her breakfast, braided her hair, kissed her forehead, and said:
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