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Intro. I stared at the shards of the mirror on the floor, the cut on my hand burning, but the pain in my soul was greater. The limit had been reached. He had handed me the divorce papers and exiled himself to his mistress's house, thinking that I would simply accept the crumb he threw in. With a choked but firm voice, I picked up the phone. It was time to fight, not for him, but for me and my children. "My husband asked me for a divorce," I told the family's lawyer, bluntly. "I want you to take everything from him. Don't leave anything. I have proof — screenshots, detailed conversations — of all the betrayals he committed against me, even before I got pregnant with the twins."

My revenge

@Kamy