he mumbled. Then had the audacity to say my job was a “distraction.” I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I recorded everything on my phone — just like I’d learned back in my old admin job.A week later,
I served him divorce papers with full evidence: cheating, financial misconduct, abandonment. He lost the house, custody, and a fat chunk of his income.Lana? She got him… and a one-bedroom apartment.Me? I got my peace, my kids, and a future that starts with me.Mrs. Johnson calls me the strongest woman she knows.She’s not wrong.