My Ex-husband’s New Wife Unexpectedly Contacted Me – What She Wrote Made Me Go Pale

Five years ago, my world fell apart when my ex-husband Kevin accidentally texted me instead of his mistress: “I hate Bridget…She can’t even give me a baby.” Kevin knew I was infertile before we married, yet he cheated and resented me. Our divorce left me with half his assets and a silent partnership in his company. Kevin soon married his mistress, Jess, and I tried to move on until she contacted me for help a month ago.

Jess was desperate. Pregnant and pressured by Kevin to abort the baby due to financial concerns, she begged for my help. I was shocked but agreed to meet her. She suggested I return some of the divorce settlement to ease Kevin’s financial burden. I refused but decided to help in a different way.

I offered Jess a safe haven at my lake house and helped her initiate divorce proceedings. We also planned an audit of Kevin’s company, suspecting financial irregularities. The audit confirmed misconduct, leading to frozen assets and a tarnished reputation. Jess and I gained support from women’s rights groups, further damaging Kevin’s image.

In the end, Kevin lost everything, while Jess and I found strength and friendship. As Jess kept her baby, we realized that sometimes, karma just needs a little push. “We women have to stick together,” I told her, feeling a sense of closure and justice.

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