My Ex Came to Take Our Kids’ Toys for His Mistress’s Child – But Karma Didn’t Take Long to Retaliate
When my ex-husband showed up unannounced with an empty gym bag and walked straight into our kids’ bedroom, I knew something was wrong. What I didn’t expect was to watch him start stealing their toys—stuffing dinosaurs and dolls into his bag for his mistress’s son.
Our children cried. Begged. Clung to the things their father had once given them with love.
He didn’t care.
“These are mine,” he said coldly. “I paid for them. I’m not buying new toys for another kid when I already own these.”
Watching my five-year-old beg his father to keep a birthday gift broke something inside me.
I shouted, threatened to call the police—and that’s when karma walked in.
Jake’s mother had witnessed everything.
She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. She shattered him.
She told him that taking gifts back from his own children was unforgivable. That he had become the kind of man she didn’t recognize. And then she delivered the blow he never saw coming:
She cut him out of her will.
Every cent would go directly to his children—not him.
White-faced, Jake dropped the bag and stormed out.
Days later, his mistress left him too. Once the inheritance was gone, so was her love.
Jake tried to come back. Apologies. Flowers. Promises.
But my children stayed behind me, silent.
That was my answer.
Family doesn’t steal from you.
Love doesn’t humiliate you.
And karma doesn’t miss.
Sometimes, justice arrives exactly on time—and wearing the face of someone who finally says, enough.
