I listened in silence. I smiled. And I said everything was fine.
That I understood. Then…
I pulled the documents off the shelf — chat logs, tickets, receipts, and the camera footage of him tenderly kissing his “important meeting” by the pool. “This is your alibi, right?” I said calmly.
“Well, this is your end.”
I had already filed for divorce. I had already contacted the press — he’s a well-known businessman. His company is now at the center of a scandal.
Every investor knows exactly where he was while his daughter was being buried. Public opinion is merciless. I sold everything that belonged to him.
Everything he once called “ours” — is no longer his. And I handed over all the proof of his affairs to the court. The custody of our younger son will be settled quickly.
He will lose everything. Just as I lost my daughter. My daughter deserved love.
Not a father like him. It’s all my fault.
