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

“Lauren, I’m so sorry for everything,” Stan blurted, his voice cracking. “Please, can we talk? I need to see the kids. I need to make things right.”

“Make things right?” I asked. “You haven’t seen your kids in over two years, Stan. You stopped paying child support. What exactly do you think you can fix now?”

“I know, I know,” he stammered. “I messed up. Miranda and I…” He glanced at her nervously. “We made some bad decisions.”

“Oh, don’t blame this on me,” Miranda snapped. “You’re the one who lost all that money on a ‘surefire’ investment.”

“You’re the one who convinced me it was a good idea!” Stan shot back.