When I walked into the kitchen, I was shocked to see a poster of my husband’s ex-wife on the fridge. What began as a cruel “motivational” tactic quickly became a plan he’d deeply regret.
I woke up exhausted from a sleepless night with Ava. Hoping for some peace, I headed to the kitchen, only to be met by Monica’s glaring image.
“Morning, babe,” Eric said, not looking up from his phone.
“Don’t call me babe. What’s this?” I pointed at the picture, my voice trembling.
He shrugged. “Just a little motivation. To remind you what a real woman looks like.”
Stunned and furious, I couldn’t find the words. Eric sipped his coffee nonchalantly.
Later, overwhelmed, I contacted Monica. We devised a plan: she would move in for a few days while I stayed with my parents.
When Eric returned home, he was baffled to see Monica with her suitcase. “What’s going on?”
“Just thought you’d enjoy some company,” I said, leaving with Ava. Eric’s smugness soon turned to desperation as Monica’s presence upended his life, making him realize his cruel mistake.
