I thought I was walking into my home. Instead, I walked into a nightmare. My clothes, my memories—fifteen years of my life—were dumped onto the street like garbage.At first, I thought it was a mistake. That Josh, my husband, had made some kind of terrible error. But then, she stepped out onto the porch.Victoria.
Young. Smug. Beautiful. Wearing my robe, standing in my doorway, looking at me like I was a stray dog.“You don’t live here anymore, Samantha,” she said, arms crossed. “Take your things and go.”
I blinked. My body froze. My mind refused to catch up to the horror unraveling before me.Josh appeared beside her, his face cold, detached—like I was nothing. Like I had never mattered.
“I’m done, Sam,” he said. “I’ve moved on. You should, too.”Moved on? Just like that? Fifteen years, two children, a life built together—and I was disposable?I wanted to scream, to fight, to demand answers, but then I heard it—a small voice. Read more below
. It is a huge loss. 
She once captivated men with her breathtaking beauty and intense gaze.” But look at her now….
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