The tiny white coffin stood before me, my knees buckling under the weight of grief. My little girl. My sunshine. Gone too soon, too cruelly And do you know what my husband messaged me on the morning of her funeral?
*”Cant make it. Business meeting. Ill call later.”*
*Ill call later.* **Later.**
I buried our daughter alone while my husband lounged in the sun with his mistresshe had no idea what vengeance awaited him.
As I clutched our daughters favourite stuffed bunny, he was sprawled on a sunbed in Marbella, feeding strawberries to another woman.
I found out everything. And it wasnt by chance.
A month before, Id sensed something was wrong. He started hiding his phone, stepping out when it rang, “working late” nearly eight days a week. I installed an app that logged his messages and location.
The day he claimed to be at his *”business meeting,”* I saw the photos. A hotel. Another woman. His hand in hers. While mine held our dead daughters.
He lived without care while his family shattered. He chose her. My daughter deserved better than a father who couldnt even mourn her. I still cant fathom how a parent could laugh while their child lay cold in the ground.
Thats when I decided. I would have my revenge. For my girl. And I did something I dont regret for a single second.
A week later, he returned. Bearing gifts. A rehearsed sorrow in his voice. I listened. Smiled. Said I understood.
Then
I pulled the folder from the shelfscreenshots, receipts, the security footage of him kissing his *”business meeting”* by the pool.
*”This was your alibi, wasnt it?”* I said calmly. *”And this is your end.”*
Id already filed for divorce. Already tipped off the presshe was a prominent businessman. Now his company is drowning in scandal. Investors know where he was when his child was buried. The publics judgment is merciless.
I sold everything that was his. Every asset he once called *”ours”*now mine alone.
And I handed every shred of proof of his infidelity to the courts. Custody of our youngest son will be decided swiftly.
Hell lose everything. Just like I lost my daughter.
I buried our girl alone while he sipped champagne with his mistresshe never imagined the storm coming his way.
My daughter deserved love. Not a father like him. And now hell never forget what he took from me.
