I buried our daughter alone while my husband holidayed with his mistresshe could never have imagined the vengeance that awaited him.
I stood by the small white coffin, barely able to keep myself upright. My girl. My little joy. Gone so soon, so cruelly And do you know what my husband wrote to me on the morning of the funeral?
*”Can’t make it. Important meeting. Ill call later.”*
*Ill call later.* Later.
While I clutched our daughters beloved teddy bear, he lounged on a sunbed in Marbella, feeding strawberries to his mistress.
I found out everything. And it was no accident.
A month earlier, Id sensed something was wrong. He began 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 whereabouts.
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, careless of his family. He chose her. My daughter deserved better than such disrespect from her own father. I still cannot fathom how a parent could laugh and enjoy himself while his child lay cold in the ground.
That was when I decidedI would have my revenge. For my daughters sake. And I did something Ive not regretted for a single second. I share my story hereand I hope for your support.
A week later, he returned. Bearing gifts. Wearing a feigned look of grief. Affecting sorrow in his voice. I listened quietly. Smiled. And told him all was forgiven, that I understood.
And then
I took the documents from the shelfthe messages, tickets, receipts, and the 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.”*
I had already filed for divorce. Id already contacted the presshes a well-known businessman. Now his company is mired in scandal. Every investor knows where he was when his child was buried. The court of public opinion is merciless.
I sold everything that belonged to him. All he once called “ours” is no longer his.
And I handed all proof of his infidelity to the courts. The matter of custody for our youngest son will be decided swiftly.
He will lose everything. Just as I lost my daughter.
My daughter deserved love. Not such a father. Its all my fault.
