He Threw Me Out Like Trash—But Karma Threw Him Out First
I never imagined my marriage would end in such a public, humiliating disaster—but it did. Logan, my husband of five years, didn’t just betray me—he tried to erase me. What he didn’t count on was that karma would show up wearing a suit… and driving a BMW.
Things between us had been falling apart for a while. After years of trying to conceive and countless heartbreaks, I was emotionally wrecked. Instead of supporting me, Logan drifted. He claimed he needed to “find himself”—which somehow meant buying a flashy car, living at the gym, and avoiding real conversations.
Then one night, my best friend Lola dragged me to a jazz club to lift my spirits. Logan said he was “working out late,” so I figured he’d never know. We had just settled in when Lola went quiet, eyes locked on something behind me. Her face drained of color.
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