She clutched her arms like she was freezing. “Please,” she whispered. “I didn’t know how bad it would get.”
Turns out, the man she stole from me turned into a monster once he had her. Harry drained her bank account, cheated openly, and even got violent. He’d lost his job, was drinking daily, and now she had nowhere to go.
“You were right,” she sobbed. “I should’ve never touched what wasn’t mine.”
For a moment, I just stared. The baby in my arms stirred. My life wasn’t perfect—but it was peaceful. And it was mine.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t slam the door.
I simply said, “You made your choice. Now live with it.”
And I shut the door in her face.
Moral of the story: Betrayal always comes back around. Some lessons are best learned the hard way—especially when they cost you the people who once loved you unconditionally.
