**Diary Entry**
I buried our daughter alone while my husband was on holiday with his mistresshe had no idea the revenge that awaited him.
I stood by the small white coffin, barely able to keep myself upright. My girl. My little joy. Gone too soon, too cruelly And do you know what my husband texted me the morning of the funeral?
*”Cant make it. Important meeting. Ill call later.”*
*Ill call later.* Later.
While I clutched our daughters favourite teddy bear, he lounged on a sunbed in Marbella, feeding strawberries to his mistress.
I found out everything. And it wasnt by chance.
A month earlier, Id sensed something was wrong. He started hiding his phone, leaving the room when it rang, “working late” almost eight days a week. I installed an app that saved copies of his messages and tracked his location.
The day he mentioned his *”important meeting,”* I saw the photos. He was at a hotel with another woman. Smiling. Holding her hand. While I held our dead daughters.
He was living it up, ignoring his family. He chose her. My daughter didnt deserve such disrespect from her own father. I still cant fathom how a parent could laugh and enjoy himself while his child lay cold in the ground.
Thats when I decidedId have my revenge. For my daughters sake. And what I did next, I dont regret for a single second.
A week later, he returned. With gifts. With a fake sorrowful expression. With rehearsed grief in his voice. I listened quietly. Smiled. And told him it was fine. That I understood.
And then
I pulled the documents from the shelfmessages, tickets, receipts, and the security footage of him tenderly kissing his *”important meeting”* by the pool.
*”This was your alibi, wasnt it?”* I said calmly. *”And this is your end.”*
Id already filed for divorce. Id already tipped off the presshes a well-known businessman. Now his company is engulfed in scandal. Every investor knows where he was when his child was buried. The public outcry is merciless.
I sold everything that belonged to him. Everything he once called *”ours”*is no longer his.
And I handed all the proof of his infidelity to the courts. The custody battle for our youngest son will be over quickly.
Hell lose everything. Just as I lost my daughter.
My little girl deserved love. Not a father like him. Some wounds never heal. And some betrayals can never be forgiven.
*Thomas Whitmore*
