I just went cold.
I drove straight to April’s house.
When she opened the door, acting like she had no idea why I was there, I slapped her.
Hard.
The sound cracked through the air.
She stumbled back, clutching her cheek, shrieking.
I said nothing.
I turned around and left.
By the time I got home, the post was deleted.
But deletion doesn’t erase screenshots.
And it doesn’t erase what people already saw.
Then a mother from Mia’s school messaged me:
Are you okay? I saw something online.
That was when everything changed.
This was no longer just about my dignity.
She had dragged my daughter into it.
And something inside me became very clear.
April wasn’t just being cruel.
She was willing to burn down my life because I told her no.
And I had proof—proof I had never wanted to use.
