They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but when my ex-husband’s new wife reached out, I found myself caught in a web of desperation and secrets. Five years ago, Kevin, my seemingly perfect husband, accidentally texted me instead of his mistress. “I hate her, Jess. She can’t even give me a baby.”

That text shattered my world. Kevin resented me for my infertility, something he knew before we married. Our divorce left me with half of his assets and a silent partnership in his company. Soon after, he married Jessica, his mistress. I tried to move on until Jessica messaged me, begging for help.

“Kevin wants me to get rid of our baby,” she confessed, tears streaming. I felt a mix of pity and anger. I suggested she move into my lake house for safety and contacted my lawyer to draft a letter, warning Kevin against contacting her and revealing his threats if he did.

Kevin called, furious. “You can’t take her away,” he snarled.

“She’s leaving because she wants to,” I replied calmly. I then initiated an audit of his company, suspecting financial misconduct. The audit revealed significant irregularities, freezing his assets and ruining his reputation.

Jess, with my support, filed for divorce and garnered support from women’s rights groups. Kevin’s life unraveled, his business crumbled, and he faced a costly divorce. Jess kept the baby, and our friendship blossomed.

As we watched the sunset, Jess said, “I couldn’t have done this without you, Bridget.”

“Sometimes, karma just needs a push,” I replied, feeling a profound sense of closure.