My Husband Traded Our Family for His Mistress\u2014Three Years Later, Karma Caught Up<\/b><\/p>\n
I gripped my phone, my heart hammering in my chest as I stared across the street. **There they were.**<\/p>\n
Stan and Miranda.<\/p>\n
But they weren\u2019t the flawless, smug couple who had ruined my life three years ago. Oh no. **They looked… miserable.**<\/p>\n
Miranda\u2019s designer heels clicked angrily on the pavement as she stormed ahead, her face twisted in frustration. She threw her hands up while shouting something at Stan. **Stan\u2014once so put-together\u2014looked exhausted, his shirt wrinkled, his hair thinning.** He was chasing after her, his posture slumped like a man who had long since lost control.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t help myself\u2014I smiled.<\/p>\n
I pressed my phone to my ear. **\u201cMom, you won\u2019t believe this.\u201d**<\/p>\n
She gasped. **\u201cTell me everything.\u201d**<\/p>\n
I crossed the street slowly, taking my time, savoring the moment. I stopped just a few feet away from them, pretending to adjust my grocery bags.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I heard it.<\/p>\n
“YOU SAID YOU’D TAKE CARE OF ME!” Miranda snapped, jabbing a manicured finger into his chest. “YOU SAID I WOULDN\u2019T HAVE TO WORK!”<\/p>\n
Stan ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. “I lost my job, Miranda! The economy\u2014”<\/p>\n
She scoffed. “Oh, please! Excuses, excuses! I should have listened when they said men who cheat **never change!**”<\/p>\n
Oh.<\/p>\n
OH.<\/p>\n
I almost laughed out loud.<\/p>\n
Karma had done her thing **spectacularly.**<\/p>\n
I cleared my throat. They both turned\u2014and their faces were *priceless.*<\/p>\n
Stan\u2019s eyes widened in shock. Miranda\u2019s jaw dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cLauren?\u201d Stan croaked.<\/p>\n
I smiled sweetly. \u201cOh, don\u2019t mind me. Just grabbing some groceries\u2026 *with the money I earned myself.*\u201d<\/p>\n
Miranda folded her arms, sneering, but there was a flicker of panic in her eyes. \u201cWell, isn\u2019t this awkward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot for me,\u201d I said lightly. \u201cI\u2019ve never been better.\u201d And it was true. I looked good, I felt good, and most importantly\u2014**I was free.**<\/p>\n
Stan swallowed hard. \u201cHow are the kids?\u201d<\/p>\n
I tilted my head. \u201cYou mean the ones you abandoned? The ones who don\u2019t even ask about you anymore?\u201d<\/p>\n
He flinched.<\/p>\n
Miranda made a disgusted sound. \u201cOh, God, I am NOT dealing with your ex-wife and your *emotional baggage* right now.\u201d She spun on her heel. \u201cI\u2019ll be at my mother\u2019s. Figure your mess out, Stan.\u201d<\/p>\n
And just like that\u2014**she left.**<\/p>\n
Stan just stood there, defeated. Alone.<\/p>\n
And me?<\/p>\n
I turned on my heel, flipped my hair, and walked away\u2014back to my real family.<\/p>\n
**That moment? It was perfectly, gloriously satisfying.**<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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