When Love Dies, Fury Awakens

ught my children were living. When I finally pulled up to the sleek, modern house I had bought for them and Mark, I didn't eve

dark and qui

ut, my voice echoing i

paradise filled with the latest gadgets, was strangely bare. The 80-inch television was gone from the

children that broke my he

Mia, my vibrant, fashion-loving daughter, was wearing a faded, oversized t-shirt that I had never seen before. Her usually bright eyes were du

ken thing. She burst into tears, a silent, shoulder

both into my arms. They felt frag

oice choked with a mix of fury

hey needed to "learn the value of money." The money I sent him for their care, for the household, was gone, spent on his new girlfriend, Karen, and her daughter, Jessica. When my kids t

led into my shoulder. "He said I didn't deser

he charge wasn't them buying something. It

cried. "She told Dad we were lying about him ta

solid block of ice, chilling me to the bone and clarifying my thoughts. He had not just stolen from them. He had stolen their

g in my mind. This ends now. He will pay for every

on. I found Mark' s name in my banking portal. His face,

y card in his name. I cut off the flow of money that had been his lifebl

ed my person

n twenty minutes. And I want you to find out everything there is to know about a woman name

n," he replied, n

at had replaced the shock. For the first time since I walked through that door, I sa