The drama kept escalating. She showed up at my workplace causing a scene. Security had to escort her out. She tried to trap me by claiming she was pregnant with my baby — but the paternity test proved it was his. I sent the results to everyone.
At a family dinner, she and Jake showed up and had a massive blowout in front of her entire family. Her dad kicked both of them out.
Then she broke into my apartment and destroyed everything while I was at work. Everything was caught on camera. I filed a police report and sent the footage to everyone. That was the final nail.
Her own family cut her off. Our friends completely ghosted both of them.
A few weeks later, her sister (Jess) got accepted to Johns Hopkins for her residency across the country. She asked me to come with her for a fresh start. I said yes without hesitation.
We sold everything that reminded me of the past 10 years, blocked both of them on everything, and prepared to move.
On our last day, they both showed up at the door together looking broken, begging for forgiveness. I laughed in their faces, told them we were moving and they were no longer part of our story, then shut the door.
We moved the next morning. New city, new life, no more drama.
Finally, I felt free.
The end.
