Arnie, driven by lust and arrogance, never questioned a thing. He signed over our house, our accounts—everything. By the time our baby girl was born, I was free. Divorced. Stronger. And I had full control of the life we once built together.When he realized what I’d done, he came back begging. Stacy had dumped him,

and he had nothing left.He stood outside, shouting, pleading for forgiveness. I opened the door, baby in my arms, and gave him the truth he never saw coming.“I didn’t lose you, Arnie. I let you go. You were dead weight. And now? I have peace, my daughter, and my freedom. You have nothing. Just what you deserve.”And with that, I shut the door on him—and on everything he put me through.