His clothes? Donated.
He stood in the middle of our apartment, staring at the empty closet where his things had been.
“You can’t do this,” he said, his voice hollow.
“I just did,” I replied. “And that’s just the beginning.”
I wasn’t just after personal revenge.
This was about justice. With Patricia’s help, I tracked down Sofia through social media. After gathering my courage, I reached out to her.
She had no idea about me either.
She was just as blindsided, her messages back to me filled with the same rage and pain I felt. Rather than turn against each other, we decided to make Luis pay.
We both filed lawsuits against him for bigamy and fraud. His visa was investigated and the authorities found he had lied about his marital status.
His company found out about his deception through the legal proceedings.
Luis lost his job, his reputation, and his home. Both his homes.
Sofia left him, taking full custody of their children.
His name was dragged through two countries’ legal systems.
Worst of all for him, he had nowhere to go except back to his parents’ house in Spain, disgraced and penniless.
His parents, despite their initial complicity, couldn’t forgive him for the humiliation he’d brought upon their family.
Months later, Patricia and I raised our glasses of sangria at the same café where I’d met Luis.
“To new beginnings,” she said.
“To karma,” I amended.
“Revenge,” she added, clinking her glass against mine, “is best served cold.”
I smirked, swirling my glass. “Or garnished with his last paycheck.”
Luis had taken years of my life, but he wouldn’t take my future.
That belonged to me again.
Source: amomama
