Chapter 9
He refused to sign the papers, no matter what.
I didn’t see him at all for days.
When he showed up at my place, my mom kicked him out.
I knew exactly what he was waiting for.
He’d bought life insurance on me.
We weren’t legally split yet.
Going through court takes time.
If I died, he’d cash out big.
So I decided to expose it all.
But before I could post anything–boom.
There it was.
A viral video of him and some woman, all over each other in public.
Turns out it happened just days ago.
The woman saw the message I’d sent and lured him out.
She wanted to test if what I said was true.
So she ran into him on purpose.
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And he hadn’t fully adjusted to his prosthetic legs–he fell flat and couldn’t get up.
She pulled up his pant leg and saw the prosthetics.
Her face turned from red to white real fast.
She asked for hush money.
He refused.
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She threatened to call the cops.
And this moron? Still thought she’d be with him.
She laughed in his face.
“Date a cripple? You’re kidding.”
“If you really loved me, you’d let me go instead of dragging me down.”
She tried to leave, but he grabbed her pants and refused to let go.
She screamed and kicked him over and over.
He wouldn’t release her, even after she slapped him.
His pants got yanked down in the struggle.
She shouted, “I might love you, but I’ll never let my daughter grow up with a loser for a dad.”
He snapped, eyes red with rage.
“You think I’m worthless just because of my legs?”
She called him a psycho. He tripped her.
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Chapter 9
They both fell and started throwing punches right there on the coffee shop floor.
He pulled her hair, screaming, “You bitch! You’re all the f**king same!”
She clawed up his face. Blood everywhere.
The cops were called. Both got dragged to the station.
And yep–someone uploaded the whole fight online.
People quickly found out both of them were married.
I wasn’t gonna let them walk away clean.
I pressed charges.
And I dragged her down too.
I released screenshots of their plan to kill me for insurance.
Even their texts about drugging me.
By the time we were in court, both had been sitting in jail for a few days.
They had no clue the internet was roasting them alive.
He sneered at me, “You got any real proof?”
But when I laid out the chat logs, he flinched.
“Those were just jokes,” he muttered.
“You can’t take texts that seriously.”
She smirked, flipping her hair.
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“All this over some texts? You paranoid or something, lady?”
They thought I had nothing.
But I’d already submitted the hard evidence.
The receipt for the drugs. Video footage.
And a paternity test.
Everything matched the chats perfectly.
Their faces turned gray.
What surprised me? I wasn’t the only one suing.
The woman’s husband showed up.
He said, “A few months back, my wife drugged me.‘
“I didn’t drink much, so I woke up halfway and caught her in bed with another guy.”
“That’s why I divorced her.”
He had the toxicology report with traces of the sedative.
The woman turned on me, glaring.
“Oh, so you’re sleeping with my husband now too? You slut!”
Truth is–I had no clue what the hell he was even talking about.
Him testifying caught me off guard too.
But the evidence was airtight.
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My husband just kept sneering.
“You all teamed up. I want a lawyer. This is rigged.”
I raised an eyebrow and laughed.
“Sure, go ahead. Get a lawyer.”
“Got the money for one?”

 
	 
 
		 
		 
		 
		