MY HUSBAND TRADED OUR FAMILY OF FOUR FOR HIS MISTRESS — 3 YEARS LATER, I MET THEM AGAIN, AND IT WAS PERFECTLY SATISFYING.
14 years of marriage. Two kids. A shared life I thought was perfect. It’s funny how quickly everything can crumble.
That moment came when Stan walked through the door one evening, not alone. He had a woman with him — tall, glamorous, with a smile so sharp it could cut glass. I was in the kitchen, stirring soup, when I heard the sound of her heels.
“WELL, DARLING,” she said, giving me a once-over. “YOU WEREN’T EXAGGERATING. SHE REALLY LET HERSELF GO. SUCH A SHAME — DECENT BONE STRUCTURE, THOUGH.”
I froze. “Excuse me?”
Stan sighed, like I was the inconvenience. “LAUREN, I WANT A DIVORCE.”
The room spun. “A divorce? What about our kids? What about our life?”
“You’ll manage. I’ll send money,” he shrugged. “Oh, and you can sleep on the couch or go to your sister’s. Miranda’s staying over,” he added.
That night, I packed, took the kids, and left. Divorce followed. We sold the house, downsized, and tried to rebuild.
Stan disappeared — not just from my life, but from the kids’ as well. At first, he would send money for their food and clothes, but eventually, he stopped. The kids didn’t see him for more than two years. He didn’t just abandon me; he abandoned them too.
But one day, while walking home with groceries, I suddenly saw them, Stan and Miranda, and my heart froze. As I got closer, I realized that karma TRULY DOES EXIST. I immediately called my mom. “MOM, YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS!”
I immediately called my mom. “MOM, YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS!”
She could barely understand me through my laughter. “Slow down, honey. What happened?”
I leaned against the lamp post, watching the scene unfold before my eyes. “Stan and Miranda. They’re here… and they’re fighting. Loudly. In public.”
I wasn’t exaggerating. Miranda’s face was beet red, her perfectly manicured nails waving in the air as she screamed at Stan. Her voice was shrill, echoing down the street. “YOU PROMISED ME A LIFE OF LUXURY! I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS!”
Stan looked haggard, his shoulders hunched as he tried to calm her down. “Miranda, please… keep your voice down.” He looked around, clearly embarrassed by the attention they were drawing.
She scoffed, throwing her hands up. “Oh, NOW you care about appearances? When’s the last time you could even afford to take me out to dinner?”
I almost felt bad for him. Almost.
Mom was silent for a moment, then she burst into laughter. “Well, well… Karma works faster than I thought!”
I grinned, clutching the phone. “I knew he was struggling, but I didn’t realize it was this bad.”
Three years ago, Stan walked out on us, promising Miranda the world. He had cashed out his retirement, bought her expensive gifts, took her on lavish vacations—all to impress her. But his money ran out quickly, and so did her patience.
The Sweet Taste of Karma
Miranda’s voice grew louder. “I LEFT MY JOB FOR YOU! YOU SAID I’D NEVER HAVE TO WORK AGAIN!”
Stan’s shoulders slumped. “I… I’m trying. Things are just tight right now. I’ll find another job soon. I just need more time.”
She rolled her eyes. “Time? TIME? You’re unemployed, we’re behind on rent, and I’m stuck living in that tiny, roach-infested apartment. I should’ve known better than to trust you.”
I watched, stunned. They were living in a tiny apartment? He used to mock me for moving the kids into a smaller place, claiming I was “downgrading” their lifestyle. Now, it was him who couldn’t provide.
Miranda’s next words nearly made me choke. “I thought you were loaded! You spent all that money on me like it was nothing! Now I see you were just trying to impress me. You’re BROKE, Stan. BROKE!”
She tossed her hair back, her eyes cold. “You’re pathetic. I deserve better than this.”
Stan looked up at her, his face pale. “Miranda, please. I love you. We’ll get through this.”
She let out a bitter laugh. “Love? You think love pays the bills? I’m done. Find someone else to be miserable with.”
And then she walked away, leaving him standing there, his mouth hanging open, his face crumpling as the realization hit him. She never loved him. She loved his money.
A Poetic Twist
I watched her disappear down the street, her heels clicking with every step. Stan stood there, staring after her, completely shattered.
I almost felt sorry for him. But then I remembered the way he kicked us out, the way he abandoned his children, the way he made me feel worthless.
I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and walked right up to him. He looked at me, his eyes widening in horror. “You… you saw that?”
I crossed my arms, tilting my head. “Hard not to. You were pretty loud.”
His face flushed, his shoulders sagging. “Look… I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But… everything’s falling apart. I lost my job, she’s leaving me, and… and I have nothing left.”
I stared at him, my heart oddly calm. “You have two kids who needed you. Who needed their father. But you chose her over them. Over us.”
He flinched, his eyes filling with tears. “I was stupid. I was selfish. I thought… I thought I was in love. But she only wanted my money. I see that now.”
I nodded, my voice steady. “Well, it looks like you finally got what you wanted. You traded your family for her. Now she’s gone, and so are we.”
He looked at me, panic flooding his face. “No… no, please. Let me see the kids. Let me explain. I can make this right. I want to be their dad again.”
I shook my head, a sad smile on my lips. “You can’t just waltz back into their lives because you’re lonely. You missed birthdays, school events, every Christmas. They’ve moved on. So have I.”
His face crumbled. “Please… I have nothing. I need them.”
I met his eyes, feeling no sympathy, no pity. “You needed them when you had everything. But you were too blind to see it.”
I turned on my heel, walking away with my head held high. I felt his gaze on my back, heard his choked sob, but I didn’t look back.
Because I wasn’t his backup plan. I was his consequence.
The New Beginning
I went home to my kids, who were laughing, playing, thriving. They had learned to live without him. So had I.
Stan lost everything—his money, his mistress, his pride. But most of all, he lost us.
And I gained something far more valuable: freedom.
I stood in the doorway, watching my kids play, my heart full of gratitude.
Because sometimes, karma isn’t about revenge. It’s about justice. And justice was finally served.
He chose his path. And I chose mine.
And I never looked back.
