During my pregnancy, my husband changed. Arnie, once the man who held me like I was his whole world, turned into someone cold and cruel. He mocked my looks as my body changed, ignored my pain, and made me feel worthless. While I carried our daughter, he came home late, smelling like someone else, never once offering comfort. Then one day, he came home with another woman—Stacy—and handed me divorce papers like I meant nothing,

He thought he had won. He thought he was trading me in for someone “better.” But what he didn’t know was that I had a plan of my own.I had hit rock bottom—but that’s where I found my strength. I confided in my best friend, found support, and slowly pieced together a way out. Stacy? She wasn’t just some young girl Arnie seduced. I hired her. She was part of the plan.