The birth of my daughter, Sarah, was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but Alex, my husband, immediately questioned her paternity based on her appearance. He demanded a paternity test, and while devastated, I agreed. His behavior grew distant, and when his mother threatened to ruin my life if the test wasn’t in his favor, I realized things had gone too far.The test confirmed Sarah was his, but instead of relief, I felt anger. Alex apologized, but I soon discovered texts revealing his affair with a colleague. I filed for divorce, and with proof of his infidelity, I received the house, car, and child support. By the time Alex returned home, I was already gone.Months passed, and I began to rebuild my life with Sarah. But just when I thought Alex was out of my life for good,

I received a message from an unknown number. “You deserve to know the truth about Alex.” Attached were photos—Alex, his colleague… and a baby boy with the same blonde hair and blue eyes that once made him question our daughter.I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. He had accused me, humiliated me, and abandoned his own family, all while hiding the fact that he had fathered a child with another woman. The final nail in the coffin came when his mistress, now ex-mistress, contacted me. “He lied to both of us,” she admitted. “And now, he’s trying to run from his responsibilities.”With newfound determination, I ensured he didn’t escape his obligations. The court ruled in my favor again—his child support doubled, his reputation crumbled, and his perfect little life fell apart just as he had tried to ruin mine.As I tucked Sarah into bed one night, I whispered, “We’re free now, my love.” And for the first time in a long time, I truly felt at peace.