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

“No,” I argued, my voice shaking. “Absolutely not. Those are Oliver and Mia’s toys. You cannot take them.”

He didn’t even look at me. He was already reaching for Oliver’s dinosaur collection, shoving the plastic figures into his bag.

“Why should I buy new toys for Ethan when I already paid for these?” he said, his tone casual, like he was talking about borrowing a wrench. “These are mine. I bought them. And I’m taking them back.”

“You gave those to your children!” I shouted, stepping between him and the shelves. “You cannot just take them because you feel like it!”

He looked at me, and the coldness in his eyes made my skin crawl. “Watch me.”

Oliver appeared in the doorway, his face pale. “Dad? What are you doing?”

Jake didn’t stop. He grabbed the Lego pirate ship my son had spent hours building with Mia and tossed it into the bag.

“Dad, no!” Oliver rushed forward, his small hands reaching for the set. “That’s mine! You gave it to me for my birthday!”

Jake barely glanced at him. “Relax, kid! You’ll be fine. Your mom can buy you new toys.”

My son’s face crumpled. “But you gave it to me! You said it was mine!”