I Received an Unexpected Email from My Ex-Husband’s New Wife, and Her Writing Made Me Cringe.
Retaliation is said to be best served cold, but when my ex-husband’s second wife contacted me, I was entangled in a web of lies and desperation. I had assumed that the suffering of my past was behind me, but her cry for assistance reopened old scars and sent me in an unexpected direction.
My life abruptly came apart five years ago. Kevin, a charming and prosperous businessman, was my husband. I thought everything was great until the day he unintentionally texted me rather than his mistress.
My world was devastated by that text. It said, “Jess, I detest her.” “With all my being, I detest Bridget. She’s not even able to conceive me.”
Indeed, he was referring to me. He was aware of my infertility prior to our marriage. I kept reading those phrases until I felt the blood drain from my face. The man I believed to be my love, the man I loved, had been unfaithful to me and was angry with me for circumstances beyond my control.
Naturally, I was unable to forgive him, so we made the decision to part ways. Kevin had amassed quite the collection by the time our divorce was finalized, including a business, three commercial buildings, and a stunning lake house.
I received half of everything in the settlement, including the lake house and the apartment. Furthermore, I turned become a silent partner in his business and started getting returns twice a year.
Most likely, he believed it would lessen his guilt. I obviously no longer needed to work, but I was too passionate about my profession to give it up.
He wed Jessica, the person he cheated on me with, shortly after. I made an effort to forget about them and go on. Up until a month ago, that is. Suddenly one evening, I received an SMS from an unidentified number.
Hello. It’s Jess. Kevin’s recent spouse. I require your assistance. I ask you to please. Please respond. I can only be saved by you.
With my heart pounding, I gazed at my phone. I chose to reply because her texts appeared so desperate.
“What is it that you want?” I responded with another type.
