The Day My World Collapsed—And How I Took It Back
I thought I was walking into my home. Instead, I walked into a nightmare.
My clothes, my memories—fifteen years of my life—were dumped onto the street like trash.
At first, I thought it was a mistake. That Josh, my husband, had made some terrible error.
And then she stepped onto the porch.
Victoria.
Young. Smug. Beautiful. Wearing my robe. Standing in my doorway. Looking at me like I was a stray dog.
“You don’t live here anymore, Samantha,” she said, arms crossed. “Take your things and go.”
I blinked. My body froze. My mind refused to catch up to the horror unraveling before me.
Then, Josh appeared beside her, his face cold, detached—like I was nothing.
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