He Left Our Son Dying for the Son Who Was Never His
Seven years of marriage. Seven years of building a quiet, loving life with my husband, Harry, centered around our sweet son, Leo. But our fragile world shattered the moment her shadow fell across our doorstep—Harry's captivating first love, Claire, and her son, Jake.
She and her son forced Leo to eat an entire sugary cake on his birthday, causing his blood sugar to rise dangerously.
I tried to stop them, but the real betrayal came from my husband, who emotionally tortured our son into eating the last sugary bomb, leading him to death.
I hadn't recovered from the trauma of watching my son die before my eyes when my husband blew away Leo's ashes before my eyes, the only remains of my son.
That was when I decided, not only to divorce him, but to make him pay for his each and every sin.