I buried our daughter alone while my husband vacationed with his mistresshe had no idea what vengeance awaited him.
I stood by the tiny white coffin, barely able to keep myself upright. My girl. My little joy. Gone too soon, so unfairly And do you know what my husband texted me the morning of the funeral?
*”Cant make it. Important meeting. Ill call later.”*
Hed call later. Later.
While I clutched our daughters favourite teddy bear, he lounged on a sunbed in the Maldives, feeding strawberries to his lover.
I found out everything. And it wasnt by accident.
A month earlier, Id sensed something was wrong. He started hiding his phone, leaving the room when it rang, “working late” nearly eight days a week. I installed an app that saved copies of his messages and tracked his location.
The day he spoke of his *”important meeting”*, I saw the photos. He was in a hotel with another woman. Smiling. Holding her hand. While I held our dead daughters.
He revelled in life, ignoring his family. He chose her. My daughter didnt deserve such disrespect from her own father. I still cant fathom how a parent can laugh and enjoy himself while his child lies buried.
Thats when I decidedI would have my revenge. For my daughters sake. And I did something I dont regret for a single second. Ill share my story belowand I hope for your support.
A week later, he returned. Bearing gifts. Wearing a fake sorrowful expression. Feigning grief in his voice. I listened quietly. Smiled. And told him everything 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, was it?”* I said calmly. *”And this is your end.”*
Id already filed for divorce. Id already contacted the presshes a well-known businessman. Now his company is embroiled in scandal. Every investor knows where he was when his child was laid to rest. Public opinion is merciless.
I sold everything that belonged to him. All he once called *”ours”*is no longer his.
And I handed all the evidence of his infidelity to the courts. The custody battle for our youngest son will be decided swiftly.
He will lose everything. Just as I lost my daughter.
My daughter deserved love. Not a father like that. But in the end, vengeance doesnt healit only leaves another wound. The real justice is in living well, despite the pain.
