Lewis leaned casually against his car. “They shouldn’t have been left alone if you were a responsible parent.”
“They were only alone for a short time,” I argued, trying to stay calm despite my rising anger.
He shrugged. “Maybe you should let them stay with me if you can’t handle it.”
I glared at him. “You lost custody for a reason.”
He smirked. “Maybe that was a mistake.”
Jake and Emily stood by the door, tearful and anxious. “Stop fighting!” Jake pleaded. “Please, just stop.”
Seeing their distress was heartbreaking. I held them close, vowing silently to protect them from any further harm. I knew Lewis would continue to try to undermine me, but I was determined to be vigilant.
I had heard about his new partner, Lisa, who believed his version of events—seeing me as the difficult ex. I decided to confront her with the truth, not with anger but with evidence. I gathered everything: fake texts, legal documents, and records of his manipulative behavior.
I reached out to Lisa and requested a private conversation. To my surprise, she agreed.
When we met, I calmly showed her the evidence. I shared the fake texts and legal documents, explaining, “I want you to know the truth about him. He has lied to both of us.”
Lisa initially defended him but soon began to question his integrity as she reviewed the information. Over time, I learned from a mutual friend that Lisa had started to see through his deceptions, and their relationship began to struggle.
While I didn’t seek revenge, I found solace in knowing that the truth was out. Justice was achieved, and that was enough for me.