When my ex-wife took full custody, she swore I’d always see our daughter. But she had other plans. The day her new husband looked me in the eye and said, “There is no daughter,” was the day I realized how far she’d go to hurt me.
Our divorce was quick. She remarried almost immediately. At first, I saw my little girl often. Then, the excuses started. “She’s sick.” “She’s sleeping.” Then, nothing.
I went to her house, demanding answers. Her husband opened the door, his voice cold. “There is no daughter.” My ex stood behind him, smiling. “You’re not her father,” she said.
But I had prepared. Every ignored call, every cruel text—I had proof. In court, the judge heard her admit, “You’ll never see her again.” The ruling? Shared custody.
Her new life fell apart. Her husband left. My daughter, now older, begged to stay with me. She didn’t want to leave.
The last time I saw my ex, I held my daughter’s hand as we walked to my car. “You tried to take her from me,” I said. “But she’s mine.” As we drove off, my daughter waved goodbye—not to me, but to the past. And that was everything.
