My Ex-Husband Tore Down the Wallpaper Because He ‘Paid for It’—But Then My Friend Called & Said: ‘You Won’t Believe What Just Happened to Him’
After ten years of marriage, it wasn’t the affair that shocked me — it was how easily Tom discarded everything: our life, our kids, and me.
Court battles revealed his true self: petty, cold, fighting over a blender, a coffee table, even bills. When he left the courtroom, it felt like he’d closed a business deal, not a life we’d built.
Months later, I returned home one evening to find him peeling the wallpaper off our living room wall — my wallpaper, chosen with care. “I’m taking what’s mine,” he said. I walked away, finally free.
Days later, Tom’s father intervened. Furious with his son, he rewrote his will to leave everything to Maeve and Jonah. “I’m proud of you, Emily,” he said.
That night, I curled up on the couch with the kids. Maeve whispered, “You smell like cinnamon, Mama.” Later, we baked cupcakes together. When they said they didn’t want to see their father, I held them close.
We were bruised, but we were okay. And that was enough.
