he also signed over the house and finances without a second glance. When my daughter Riley was born, I felt more empowered than ever. Stacy eventually came clean—mission accomplished. I moved back into the house with my baby, ready for a new start. One day, Arnie showed up,
begging Stacy to come back. When he saw me, he lost it. I told him the truth: Stacy was part of my plan. He had destroyed himself—I only gave him the rope. “Come back to me,” he pleaded. “No,” I said. “You’re the one no one wants now.” I shut the door, held Riley close, and smiled. I had lost a husband, but gained everything that truly mattered.
