He Left Our Kids and Me for His Mistress—Three Years Later, Fate Made Us Cross Paths, and I Finally Got My Closure

Her words sliced through me. “Excuse me?” I managed to choke out.

Stan sighed, as though I was being unreasonable. “Lauren, we need to talk. This is Miranda. And… I want a divorce.”

“A divorce?” I repeated, stunned. “What about our kids? What about us?”

“You’ll manage,” he said coldly, as if discussing the weather. “I’ll send child support. But Miranda and I are serious. I brought her here so you’d know I’m not changing my mind.”

Then came the cruelest blow. “Oh, and by the way, you can sleep on the couch tonight or go to your mom’s place, because Miranda is staying over.”

I refused to let him see me break. I stormed upstairs, hands trembling as I grabbed a suitcase. For Lily and Max, I had to stay strong. Tears blurred my vision as I packed their bags.