My Ex Came to Take Our Kids’ Toys for His Mistress’s Child – But Karma Didn’t Take Long to Retaliate

I expected him to head toward the garage or maybe the hall closet. Instead, he walked straight down the hallway and pushed open the door to the kids’ bedroom. My heart stopped.

“Jake, what are you doing?” I followed him.

He didn’t answer. He just stood there, scanning the shelves. His eyes moved over the Lego sets, the stuffed animals, and Mia’s dolls tucked carefully into their toy crib. His expression was calculating and cold.

Then he unzipped the gym bag he had brought with him. “These,” he said, gesturing at the toys. “I paid for most of this stuff. They’re mine. I’m taking them.”

For a moment, I couldn’t process what he was saying.