At a clinic, my ex Chris mocked me in front of his pregnant wife: “She gave me kids — something you couldn’t in 10 years.”
I smiled and said: “Funny, I was tested. I’m perfectly fine. Maybe it was never me.” His smirk vanished.
Later, paternity tests proved none of the kids were his. His wife left, his life collapsed.
Meanwhile, I walked out of that clinic hand in hand with my new husband — carrying our first baby.
Sometimes the best revenge isn’t words… it’s living well and letting karma finish the job.
