I came home to find my kids sitting on the porch with their suitcases packed. Confused and worried, I asked what was going on. My son said I had texted them to wait outside for their dad—but I hadn’t. When I checked his phone, I saw a fake message pretending to be from me, telling them to pack up and wait for their father. My heart dropped. Just then, my ex-husband, Lewis, pulled into the driveway. He smugly accused me of neglecting the kids and implied they’d be better off with him. I reminded him he lost custody for a reason,
but he didn’t care—he just wanted control. Our kids, scared and crying, begged us to stop fighting. He eventually left, but I knew this wasn’t over.Determined to protect my children, I gathered evidence: fake texts,