My Husband’s Daughter Needed Costly Therapy After an Accident – A Year Later I Found Out Where the Money Really Went

I married Travis three years ago, enchanted by his tales of his 10-year-old daughter, Lily, from a previous relationship. He kept her life separate due to custody issues, and I respected that, aiming to be the supportive stepmom.

One day, he called in tears: Lily’s bike accident left her leg severely injured, needing costly physiotherapy—$300 sessions twice weekly, barely covered by insurance. Watching him despair over bills, I transferred $85,000 from my savings and inheritance, sacrificing my bakery dream. “She’s progressing,” he’d update, but excuses kept me from seeing her therapy or celebrating together.

Doubts grew; Lily seemed fine at park glimpses. Then, catching him counting cash stacks at home, I snooped his laptop. Shock: Lily was a child actress hired for “bookings.” My money funded a house with his mistress, Rachel—emails and photos proved it.

For two weeks, I played dutiful wife while gathering evidence: screenshots, transfers, invoices. Over a candlelit dinner, I surprised him with my lawyer serving divorce papers and fraud docs.

He begged, but assets froze. Rachel dumped him; court awarded me everything—the house, car, $85K plus damages.

Now, that “dream home” is my bakery. Travis’s lies bought my success. Justice tastes like fresh bread.