Jack never took sick days—not even when his mother died—so when he stayed home sick one morning, it was strange. But things got even stranger when I opened the front door and saw a life-sized statue of Jack on our porch, white as porcelain and uncannily accurate. Jack, pale and shaken, dragged it inside without explanation. Later, our son Noah handed me a note found under the statue. It was from a woman named Sally:
“I’m returning the statue I made while believing you loved me. You owe me $10,000… or your wife sees every message.”
I dropped the kids off, cried in a parking lot, and called the first female divorce attorney I could find. At her office, I showed her the note. “This woman sculpted my husband. And now she’s blackmailing him.”
My MIL Mocked Me for Making My Own Wedding Cake
That night, I found Jack’s emails—dozens of messages to Sally confirming the affair. I saved everything. When I contacted Sally, she told me Jack claimed he was divorced. They had been together for nearly a year. She agreed to testify.
In court, she brought all the proof. The judge awarded me the house, full custody, and ordered Jack to pay her the $10,000. Jack didn’t even look at me.
Outside, he tried to apologize. I stopped him.
“You never meant for me to find out.”
Then I drove away—leaving him with his lies, his statue, and the wreckage he created.
