I gave up my dreams and life savings to help my stepdaughter recover from a bike accident. No price is too high to help a child walk again, right? I trusted my husband, Travis, with the money — $85,000 in total.

But a year later, I found out where it really went.

When Travis and I married, he seemed like a devoted dad to his shy, sweet daughter, Lily. After her supposed accident, he said she needed expensive therapy. I emptied my savings and inheritance, believing we were fighting for Lily’s recovery.

Yet whenever I saw her, she seemed perfectly fine. Travis brushed off my concerns and never let me attend therapy sessions.

One day, I came home early and caught him counting stacks of cash. Later, on his laptop, I discovered the truth: Lily wasn’t his daughter. She was a child actress he hired to play the role. And my money? It went toward buying a house with his mistress, Rachel.

I stayed calm, gathered evidence, and invited him to a “special dinner.” My lawyer arrived instead, handing Travis divorce papers and proof of his scam. His face turned white.

Rachel dumped him when the money dried up, and after months of litigation, I won everything — including the house he bought with my stolen funds.

Now, that house is Mia’s Custom Bakery, my lifelong dream. Travis thought he conned me, but every loaf of bread I bake is a reminder that I got the last laugh — and justice.