He Threw My Son Out While I Was Away — He Didn’t Expect What Came Next
Meanwhile, Travis had turned our house into a nonstop party zone. I was enraged—at Travis, and at myself.
I got Caleb a warm bed, a hot meal, and then made one important call—to Marcus, a friend and former cop.
Together, we staged a fake arrest and demanded $15,000 from Travis, who caved quickly, terrified of legal trouble.
The very next day, I filed for divorce. When Travis came storming into my office, I stayed calm and told him, “You failed my son. We’re done.”
Every penny of that money went to Caleb. “Use it for something that matters,” I told him.
We moved into a modest apartment near his school—just the two of us. Life is quieter now, but it’s also stronger.
Because from now on, I’ll always put my son first—and I’ll never let another man come between us.
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