They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but when my ex-husband’s new wife reached out, I found myself entangled in a web of desperation and hidden truths. Just when I thought I’d left the pain of my past behind, her plea for help reopened old wounds and led me down an unexpected path.
Five years ago, my life shattered unexpectedly. I was married to Kevin, a seemingly charming and successful businessman. Everything appeared perfect until the day he accidentally texted me instead of his mistress.
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That text became my nightmare. ‘I hate her, Jess. I hate Bridget, with every fiber of my being. She can’t even give me a baby.’
Yes, he was talking about me. Infertility is something he knew before we married. I felt the blood drain from my face as I read those words over and over. The man I loved, whom I thought loved me, had been cheating and resented me for something beyond my control.
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Forgiving him wasn’t an option, and we decided to part ways. By the time our divorce was finalized, Kevin had amassed quite a fortune: a company, three commercial properties, and a beautiful lake house.
In the settlement, I received half of everything, including the apartment and the lake house. Additionally, I became a silent partner in his company, receiving returns twice a year.
He probably believed it would ease his guilt. Needless to say, I didn’t need to work anymore, but I loved my career too much to quit.
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Shortly after, he married Jessica, the woman he cheated on me with. I tried to move on, blocking out any news about them. That was until a month ago. One evening, a message from an unknown number brought it all back.
‘Hi. It’s Jess. Kevin’s new wife. I need your help. I’m begging you. Please, answer. Only you can save me.’
I stared at my phone, heart racing. Her desperate messages made me respond.
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‘What do you want?’ I typed back.
‘Please, meet me. Tomorrow. Stevens Point at 2 p.m. And Kevin can’t know,’ she replied almost immediately.
The Plea and the Secret
The next day, I found myself in a quiet corner of Stevens Point, feeling both curious and uneasy. Jess walked in, her face pale and drawn. She spotted me and hurried over, looking around nervously.
‘Thank you for coming, Bridget,’ she said, sitting down quickly. ‘I didn’t know who else to turn to.’
‘What’s going on?’ I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
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She took a deep breath. ‘I’m pregnant with Kevin’s baby.’
I raised my eyebrows, surprised but not entirely shocked. ‘And?’
Her eyes filled with tears. ‘Kevin doesn’t want the baby. He told me I had to get rid of it. He says the divorce cost him too much money and he can’t afford a child now.’
A wave of anger and pity washed over me. This girl, who played a role in my marriage’s downfall, was now in front of me, desperate and scared.
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‘I’m sorry, but what do you expect me to do?’ I asked, genuinely perplexed.
‘Please, I’m begging you,’ she said, her voice breaking. ‘Maybe if you return some of the money from the divorce settlement, he’d change his mind. I don’t know what else to do.’
I was stunned. This was the last thing I expected. ‘Jess, it’s not that simple. And you seem to forget he left me for you.’
She looked at me, tears streaming down her face. ‘Please, Bridget. Help me.’
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‘I’ll think about it,’ I said finally. ‘But I can’t promise anything.’
Jess nodded, looking slightly relieved. ‘Thank you so much.’
I left the restaurant with my mind racing. As I drove home, a thought gnawed at me: Kevin was manipulating her like he did to me for years.
She was blind to it, and I couldn’t let her suffer the same fate. Despite the pain she caused me, I felt an urge to protect her. And even more, I wanted to teach Kevin a real lesson.
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Teaching Kevin a Lesson
The next day, I called Jess.
‘Hey, it’s Bridget. I’ve been thinking about your situation, and I want to help.’
‘Oh, thank you, Bridget!’ she exclaimed, palpable relief through the phone.
‘But not in the way you want,’ I continued. ‘Kevin doesn’t love you. If he did, he wouldn’t ask you to get rid of the baby. It’s not about the money; it’s his priorities. If he’s making you choose, make a wise choice.’
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‘Bridget, I don’t know what to say,’ said Jess, her voice breaking between subdued sobs. ‘But you’re right. I can’t let anything happen to my baby. Please tell me what you have in mind.’
‘Perfect. Move into my lake house temporarily while we sort things out. It’s safe, and Kevin won’t find out.’
She hesitated. ‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes,’ I assured her. ‘It’s the best way to keep you and the baby safe. Trust me.’
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After a long pause, she agreed. ‘Okay, I’ll do it. Thank you, Bridget.’
Within days, Jess moved into the lake house. It felt surreal seeing her there, but I knew it was the right thing to do.
Once she was settled, I contacted my lawyer, Mr. Fields. ‘We need a letter for Kevin. It’s time he knew seriousness.’
Mr. Fields nodded, a slight smile. ‘That’s a solid plan. It will get his attention.’
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Here’s what the letter said:
Dear Mr. Kevin Michaelson,
I am writing to you on behalf of my client, Ms. Jessica Sanders, regarding her situation and forthcoming actions. This letter serves as formal notification:
Ms. Sanders has moved out and is initiating divorce proceedings.
Any attempts to contact her directly will be considered harassment and result in immediate legal action.
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If you contest the divorce or intimidate Ms. Sanders, we’ll disclose your demands to terminate her pregnancy.
We urge you to consider the seriousness of this situation.
Sincerely,
Mr. Richard Fields
Fields & Associates.
The Ultimate Showdown
Kevin received the letter a few days later. As expected, he called me immediately, furious.
‘Bridget, what the hell is going on? Where’s Jess? Why are you involved?’ he yelled.
I took a deep breath, keeping my voice calm. ‘I know everything, Kevin. Jess is safe. Your threats and manipulation no longer have power.’
There was silence, then a low growl. ‘You think you can take her away from me?’
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‘I’m not taking her away, Kevin. She’s leaving because she wants to. If you contest the divorce or come after her, you know what happens.’
There was a long silence before he hung up. I knew I had rattled him, but this was just the beginning. The next part of my plan was to hit him where it hurt: his wallet.
I met with Mr. Fields again. ‘We need to audit Kevin’s company,’ I told him. ‘I’ve suspected financial irregularities for a while, and it’s time to bring them to light.’
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Mr. Fields nodded, determined. ‘We’ll get on it right away.’
The audit caused a massive stir in Kevin’s business. His assets were temporarily frozen, drawing negative attention from investors and partners. Kevin called me again, desperate.
‘Bridget, this has gone too far,’ he said. ‘You’re ruining me.’
I felt satisfaction but kept my voice calm. ‘You did this to yourself, Kevin. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before manipulating and hurting people.’
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A Glimmer of Hope
Meanwhile, I helped Jess file for divorce and secured her a great lawyer, known for fighting for women’s rights. We started a campaign to gather support from women’s rights groups, highlighting her story. The media picked it up, and Kevin’s image took a serious hit.
One evening, Jess and I sat by the lake, watching the sunset. ‘I can’t believe how much my life has changed in such a short time,’ she said, relieved yet sad.
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‘You’re stronger than you know, Jess,’ I replied. ‘You’re doing the right thing for yourself and your baby.’
A few weeks later, the audit results arrived, revealing significant financial misconduct in Kevin’s company. It spread like wildfire, and his life began to unravel. His business was in shambles, his reputation destroyed, and now he faced a costly divorce.
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Jess, on the other hand, found her footing, and our friendship blossomed. She kept the baby, and I supported her every step of the way.
As we sat in the living room one day, she turned to me, eyes filled with gratitude. ‘I don’t know what I would have done without you, Bridget. You’ve been my rock.’
I smiled, feeling warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. ‘We women have to stick together,’ I said. ‘Sometimes, karma needs a push.’
Kevin learned this the hard way. He lost everything: his business, reputation, and his control over Jess. Meanwhile, I found closure and satisfaction in knowing justice was served.
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Life has a funny way of coming full circle. In the end, what goes around really does come around.
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