My Ex-Husband Broke In at Night—What I Heard from My Daughter’s Room Left Me Frozen

My Ex-husband Broke Into My House at Night While My Daughter and I Were Sleeping – Suddenly, I Heard Her Scream

Our family was destroyed by my ex-husband’s selfishness, but I believed that after the divorce, we had moved on from the worst. My ex’s worst side was revealed when I woke up one night to my daughter’s scream and realized that I had sent her away and installed security cameras.

My divorce from Liam was finalized a few weeks ago, and as I was getting ready to sleep one night, I thought back on everything he had done to me. To be honest, the entire procedure had been like attempting to remove a thorn from my side.

All Liam provided me were years of annoyance and suffering. Life with him wasn’t just difficult—it was intolerable. I’m not saying marriage should be simple.

He was incredibly good at making himself the center of attention. We consistently came in second behind his gimmicks, plans, and purported “investments.”

Allow me to illustrate. Danielle, our daughter, pleaded with me for ballet lessons when she was ten years old, about two years ago. I was prepared to make it work by occasionally reducing expenses in order to please her. Ballet lessons and attire may be costly, as any parent of a child participating in the sport can attest.

However, Liam arrived home beaming like he had won the lottery right before I called the academy after making all the arrangements. He claimed to have invested all of our money in a cryptocurrency that his friend predicted would soon become very popular.

He vowed that we would get wealthy. That did not occur. Ultimately, it turned out to be a fraud, and I had to inform my daughter that ballet was not something we could currently afford.

My husband simply shrugged it off, remarking, “These things happen all the time,” as you might imagine. Our golden ticket will be the next endeavor.

However, I was fed up with people going bankrupt with crazy “investments” or having someone buy as many devices as they want without considering what’s best for the family.

I eventually sat down with Liam for a serious conversation after discovering him viewing videos about trading months after the hoax disaster.

“Liam, you can’t keep doing this,” I said. “You must consider the future of our family. There may be an emergency. We need to correctly build our finances. Furthermore, we also need to consider Danielle’s college.

He waved his hand dismissively and wrinkled his nose. “I am considering the future. One of these things is going to make us wealthy. You simply don’t think I’m real.”

“It’s true,” I said with a nod. “You don’t have my faith. This must end or…

“OR?” he questioned.

I gave a shrug. “I don’t know.”

“All well, then. “Let’s get a divorce since you don’t trust me,” Liam remarked, sitting on the sofa and crossed his arms.

“Liam, please,” I said with a pang. “Be serious.”

He spit out, “I AM serious,”

I shut my mouth and looked into his eyes, looking for any indication of regret or comprehension. However, nothing was present. There would be no change from him. He had no intention of standing up for our family. Why should I defend him, then?

“Fine,” I said, my will unwavering.

Divorce takes longer than you might think, unfortunately. Years, in fact.

Now twelve years old, Danielle had found the separation difficult, especially since Liam had stopped calling and visiting since he moved out.

The fact that my daughter and I could remain in the same home that had belonged to my late grandfather was a minor comfort. According to my mother, he always wanted me to have it, but he passed away unexpectedly years ago.

After my divorce was finalized, I should have felt lighter. But as I fell asleep that night, I thought about how thinking of Liam still made my heart ache. I hoped he would have lived up to his commitment. Above all, though, I hoped he aspired to be a decent father.

Hours later, Danielle’s high-pitched scream tore me out of my slumber. Every nerve screamed in panic as I bounded upright, my heart thumping.

She yelled, “Mommy!” once more in a scared, high-pitched voice. I sprinted faster than I thought I could down the hall to her room.

When I reached her door, I noticed a dark figure running at me. He pushed passed me and slammed me into the frame before I could react. My shoulder ached from the impact, but Danielle was more important to me.

I turned on the light as I staggered deeper into her room.

She was shaking and sat up in bed. She stumbled, “It was a man,” her eyes wide. “He was carrying a crowbar. I believe… It was probably Daddy.

I went cold. “You’re sure?” I asked, attempting to sound calm for her benefit.

She gave a brief nod. “Mom, I saw his face. He was the one. However, his eyes were frightening.

I felt sick to my stomach. I was furious at the idea of Liam breaking into our home and traumatizing our daughter in that way. I couldn’t concentrate on my rage just yet, though.

“Are you hurt?”

“No,” she said in a tremulous tone. Her eyes filled with tears. “But what’s happening? What made him do that?

Desperate to protect her from the fear that gnawed at my throat, I encircled her in my arms and held her close. “Don’t worry, my love. Now you’re safe. I’m present. Was she safe, though? Was I?

As I struggled to decide what to do next, my mind was racing.

We found that Danielle’s gold jewelry was gone when the light came up. It was painful to think that Liam had stolen the little necklace and earrings that her godparents had given her when she was born.

I was terrified that Danielle would have to endure another night like this. I sadly contacted my mother, Helen, and requested if Danielle could spend some time with her.

Mom said, “Don’t worry, Gina,” on the phone. Here, she will be secure. You concentrate on solving the problem. I’ll come get her shortly.”

Danielle was packing and boarding her grandmother’s vehicle by that afternoon. It was for the best, even though I detested the idea of my daughter leaving home. While she was here, I couldn’t take the chance of Liam returning.

He had shoved me. ME!

I couldn’t allow myself to focus on the fear and rage that threatened to overtake me. I have to restore safety to this house. I had a state-of-the-art alarm system installed after calling a security firm. It included cameras and motion detectors that sent alerts directly to my phone.

Fortunately, now that Liam had lost access to my money, I could afford it all.

I followed the installers around all day to make sure everything was in working order. I made sure the system was functioning properly by running three tests after they left.

Nothing occurred throughout the first week. To keep my thoughts occupied, I plunged myself into my work and activities. The fear, however, never truly subsided.

It would be at least a month before Danielle returned home. This had turned out to be a wise choice because, ten days after she went for her grandmother’s place, shortly after two in the morning, my phone buzzed with the message, “Motion detected – Front Door.”

Reaching for it, I gazed at the screen. The app displayed movement in the garage after entering the house. This indicated that the burglar entered and proceeded to the laundry room, which had a door connecting to the garage, via the kitchen.

I whispered to the dispatcher, “There’s someone in my house,” as I stepped out of the security app and rang 911. Send assistance, please.

I could hardly hear the dispatcher’s steady, calm voice over the pounding of my own heart. “Ma’am, stay on the line. Officers are en route.

Although I should have remained concealed, I wanted to confront him, so I slipped down the stairs while holding my phone firmly in one hand. The light from the kitchen filtered dimly into the hallway, but the rest of the house was black.

I entered the laundry room after passing the kitchen. A bit later, I heard someone moving something inside the garage.

I pushed the door open enough to see what was within and saw a black-clad figure attempting to lower the wall-mounted tool shelf. In his hand glinted a crowbar. How did he intend to use that?

I yelled out, “Liam?” as I stepped further inside.

The figure turned to face me and froze. It was undoubtedly my former partner. I recognized that stance and those eyes, even if a black mask partially covered his face.

He began to approach me with the crowbar up like a weapon rather than running away like he had done the prior time.

We maintained a button that opened the garage door, so I instinctively ran to the other wall. My ex was distracted by the thunderous rumble, and soon the room was filled with streetlights.

Just then, two police cars screamed into the driveway, their sirens blaring through the darkness. Officers with their guns out sprung out.

“Freeze!” exclaimed one of them.

With a loud clang, Liam dropped the crowbar and stopped in his tracks. The police rushed in and clamped his hands behind his back. When one of them removed his mask, he appeared much more pitiful than before.

“What the hell were you thinking, Liam?” I questioned, my voice trembling with rage.

He stayed out of my line of sight. “Gina, it’s not what you think…”

“Oh, really?” I lost my temper. “Because it appears to be just what I believe. Once more, you broke into my residence! Our daughter’s jewelry was already taken by you! What’s wrong with you?

He stammered, “I’m so-sorry,” as the officers dragged him violently to the driveway.

“Wait!” With my ex in mind, I demanded. “What were you looking for?”

He confessed without being able to look me in the eye. “When I was packing, I saw a safe in the garage,” he murmured. “I reasoned that perhaps there was something worthwhile inside. Back then, I didn’t touch it. However, I simply needed a little something to get by right now.

A safe? When I turned, I saw a safe on the wall where my grandfather’s tool cabinet had formerly stood. I was completely unaware of its existence.

Turning back to face my ex, I said, “You’re unbelievable, Liam,” as they loaded him into the police car. “It is simply unreal. You’re already broke, of course. Horrible.

I stood in the garage, shaking my head as I watched the police take him away.

I contacted a locksmith the following morning in order to open the safe. I wanted to see for myself if Liam believed there was something significant inside.

I held my breath till the locksmith opened it. Nothing gaudy was there, no jewelry, no gold bars. Only a pile of well-maintained bank records.

I was astounded as I flipped through them. All of my grandfather’s money was stored in a number of safety deposit boxes. Additionally, I had registered access to all of them.

My daughter and I recently received the key to a fortune I had no idea existed, thanks to my avaricious ex.

A few weeks later, I was in front of Liam in a courtroom. In order to aid the prosecution, I had to testify against him.

Sitting there in his orange jumpsuit, my ex-husband appeared smaller than I had ever seen him, and I felt no sympathy.

I leaned forward to get the judge’s attention as he pronounced his sentence for attempted theft, breaking and entering, and possessing a weapon.

I said, “Thank you, Liam,” in a steady voice. “I discovered that I am wealthy as a result of your avarice. How about you? Alright… I hope you enjoy the cuisine in prison.