Then I spent 20 minutes crying in my car.
I believed we’d made it. I thought the hard part was over.
Three days later, there was a knock on my door.
And there stood the cheating husband I’d buried 14 years ago with the woman who had the same eyes as my sons.
He gave me a quick once-over, then he smiled. “Well. Thanks for taking care of our boys.”
There stood the cheating husband I’d buried 14 years ago
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“If it weren’t for you,” the woman added, “we wouldn’t have been able to live the life we wanted. Travel, build connections… You know how expensive kids are.”
For a second, I was too stunned to feel anything.
I was still struggling to process the astounding fact that they were alive. I hadn’t even wrapped my brain around the way they were thanking me like I was a pet sitter who’d been watching their dogs for a weekend.
Then Josh said, “We’ll be taking them back now.”
I was still struggling to process the astounding fact that they were alive.
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That snapped me out of my shock.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, we are. We need to present as a proper family, now,” he said. “It’s important for my upcoming CEO position. Optics matter.”
They weren’t back because of remorse, love, or longing. Just appearances.
I wanted to slam the door in their faces or scream at them, but just the fact that they’d had the audacity to show up like this and make such an outrageous demand told me it was no good.
No… If I was going to give these two a reality check, then I’d have to hit them where it hurt.
“We need to present as a proper family, now.”
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I looked Josh straight in the eyes and said, “Okay… you can have them.”
They both brightened so fast it was almost comical.
Then I added, “On one condition.”
He narrowed his eyes. “What condition?”
I held up a finger. “Wait right here.”
Then I hurried into the living room and removed a folder from the desk I kept in one corner.
I had the folder open in my arms as I walked back to the door.
“Okay… you can have them.”
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“14 years,” I said. “Food, clothes, dental work, school supplies, prescriptions, braces, therapy, sports, applications, tuition.”
He looked annoyed now. “What is this?”
“I’d have to run the numbers to get a precise amount, but I estimate that, with interest, you owe me roughly 1.4 million dollars.”
He barked out a laugh. “And here I thought you might make a serious offer. You can’t expect us to pay that.”
“You’re right. I don’t.”
Then I pointed to the ring camera over the door.
“With interest, you owe me roughly 1.4 million dollars.”
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His face changed.
The woman saw it a beat later and went pale.
I held his eyes. “What I do expect is that the life insurance company, your board, and every journalist with internet access might be very interested in hearing a dead man explain why he abandoned his children and came back only when he needed a family image for a CEO role.”
The woman snapped first. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I would.” I snapped the folder shut. “You admitted you left them. You admitted why you came back. And my camera caught all of it.”
For the first time since he showed up, he had nothing to say.
That was when a car pulled into the drive.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
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