I Granted My Ex Full Custody—Then Her Husband Told Me Something Shocking

I Gave My Ex Full Custody After She Begged—One Day, When I Arrived to See My Child, Her New Husband Said, ‘There Is No Daughter’
When my ex-wife asked for full custody of our kid and promised that I could visit her whenever I wanted, I put my faith in her. However, as she began to disregard my calls, I drove to her residence in an attempt to get answers. However, when I arrived, her new husband opened the door, looked me in the eye, and whispered, “There is no daughter.”

I had a deep affection for my wife.

We were young when we first met, we were married quickly, and within a year, we had a daughter. She had the most adorable little fingers, the most beautiful brown eyes, and a giggle that could brighten even the gloomiest of days. When we were in the hospital together, I remember making a promise to her that I would always be there for her.

Then, everything in the world collapsed.

I was sitting at the kitchen table when my wife sat me down one evening. Even though her eyes were burning, she maintained a calm voice.

“I want a divorce.”

Words struck me like a smack in the face. “What?”

I was unsure whether or not the tears that were welling up in her eyes were genuine. “It is just not working. We are both aware of it.

It was a surprise to me. My assumption was that we were simply going through a difficult period. I pleaded with her to rethink, to look at our kid as a consideration. She had already made up her mind, however.

After that, the most devastating blow arrived.

“I want full custody.”

I clinched my hands hard. “No. Absolutely not.”

“She’s just a baby,” she swore to herself. More than anything else, she is dependent on her mother. I promise that you are free to visit her whenever you please. It is impossible for me to keep her from you.

I had no desire to engage in a battle. I did not want our daughter to be raised in a conflict zone that was so harsh. Therefore, I concurred. She remarried one month after the divorce was finalized.

It was not appropriate for me to feel astonished. Long before she made the request for a divorce, I had my doubts about her behavior, which included late nights, cryptic texts, and a barrier between us. However, I never had any proof. I was no longer in need of it.

I made an effort to ignore the knot that was developing in my gut. Most likely, she was content. Perhaps this man would be a nice relationship for our daughter.

In the beginning, she honors her commitment. Over the course of my visits, I felt like a father since I was holding my kid in my arms. On the other hand, things began to shift gradually.

Whenever I called, my ex would respond by saying, “She is sick today.”

Or, alternatively: “We have plans, maybe next weekend.”

After then, not a single response was given to the texts. The phone continued to ring, but no one picked it.

On a particular day, I arrived at the residence. As I knocked, my hands began to shake.

By the time she opened the door, her smile was tight. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my daughter.”

She let out a sigh. “You should’ve called first.”

It was me. You did not respond to my question.

“Well, she’s asleep now.”

She was lying, and I knew it. I could hear cartoons playing on the television inside the house. My daughter’s chuckle, weak but audible in its clarity.

“I’ll wait.”

Her expression became more tough. “You’re making this difficult.”

I retorted, “No, you are,” in response. “I have a right to see her.”

She let out a harsh lungful. “I don’t have time for this.”

I was then confronted by her with a smash of the door. That marked the opening of the final chapter.

The weeks went by. I tried everything, including phone calls, emails, and even going through friends who were mutual. There was no success. Due to my absence, I was unable to celebrate my daughter’s second birthday. It was not a choice. I did not expect her to say her first words or take her first steps.

I was afraid that I was going to lose her. In the evening, as I was sitting in my car outside their house and gazing at the lights that were shining through the curtains, I came to the conclusion that I had had enough.

I exited the vehicle and made my way to the entrance. As I knocked, my heart was pounding fast. After a little pause, it appeared to crack open somewhat. It was not my ex-wife who was standing there, however. He was the one. a new husband for her.

His posture was strained, and his jaw was clenched. It appeared as though he was worried that someone was watching him because his eyes darted behind him and scanned the room.

As he muttered, “You need to leave,” he said.

I did a frown. “Where’s my daughter?”

He was hesitant. “There is no daughter.”

It was as if my blood had frozen. “What the hell are you saying?”

While he was taking a deep breath, his Adam’s apple began to bounce. She now has a new father in her life. You are required to depart.

My heart began to race with fear. My palms tightly clenched into fists.

There is no way I will leave until I have seen my kid. Is she still around?

When my ex-wife entered the hallway, she did so with her arms crossed and her lips curved into a wicked sneer.

“You will never see her again,” she continued. “I never will.”

And in that instant, my entire universe came crashing down. My upper chest was filled with a piercing and scalding rage. I clinched my hands hard. The breath came in quickly.

In preparation for the possibility that I might have to search every room in that house, I took a step forward and prepared to push past them. It was clear to me that my daughter was not far away.

“Move,” I growled at them.

My ex-wife laughed in a sarcastic manner for a brief moment. “Or what?”

While she pretended to be the victim, I could already picture the cops arriving and dragging me away in handcuffs. I could see it happening. And if I went against the rules, she would prevail. They wanted me to lose my cool.

My body compelled me to take a breath. to engage in thought. After that, I completed the most difficult thing I had ever attempted in my whole life. I cracked a grin. It was only for a split second that her sneer faltered.

“Okay,” I responded softly while nodding my head. “I understand now.”

Her pupils became more constricted. “You do?”

I went away after turning around. In no way a defeat. This is not a surrender. This was not in the end. In no way, shape, or form. I made a phone call to a lawyer that evening.

I broke the news to him about everything, including the complete custody agreement, the calls that were ignored, the messages that were blocked, and now the direct threat

With a tone that was keen and full of interest, the attorney inquired, “She said what?”

As I did so, I inhaled deeply. “She said, ‘You will never see her again.'”

A brief pause transpired. After that, “Do you have any proof?”

I couldn’t help but slowly break out in a smile. “That’s right. “Yes, I am.”

A long time before she cut me off, I had a feeling that something was amiss. The manner in which she avoided my calls and the meaningless explanations gave the impression that everything was premeditated. As a result, I got ready. I documented every broken promise, kept every text, and meticulously chronicled every conversation that took place. I was aware that I would require evidence at some point in the future, but I did not know when.

The lawyer let out a sigh. “Okay. ” We will be appearing in court.

After a few weeks had passed, my ex and I got together once more. Despite the fact that the courtroom was icy and antiseptic, she appeared to be completely at ease. The expression on her face was peaceful, and her body language was tranquil as she sat with her attorney. She believed that she had already triumphed.

First to stand was her attorney. I would want to inform you, Your Honor, that my client was granted full custody of the child with the understanding that this was in the child’s best interest. The father gave his consent to this arrangement on his own volition. “She has not committed any wrongdoing.”

I clenched my teeth and gritted my teeth.

After that, my attorney took a position. My client agreed to complete custody of his daughter on the condition that he would have free access to her. Your Honor, I apologize for the inconvenience this may cause. There has been a breach of that promise. We are in possession of evidence.”

On his phone, he pressed the play button.

The courtroom was filled with the sound of my ex-wife’s voice singing, “You will never see her again.”

There is no sound.

The judge moved closer to the bench. Incomprehensible is his face.

“Miss Reynolds,” he asked, turning to my ex-wife, “what do you have to say about this?” he asked.

Her attorney hurried to provide coverage. The only thing she was doing was expressing her frustration at the time. A single assertion does not constitute—”

As he spoke, the judge interrupted him by raising his hand. “Stability doesn’t mean erasing a father from his daughter’s life,” he asserted with determination. “You made a promise, and you broke it.”

My former wife’s face became pallid.

After that, the decision was made: split custody. Instantaneously, she was rid of her control, and I was able to regain custody of my daughter.

At first, my ex-wife pretended that she was still in charge of the situation. It was difficult for her to make pickups, she sent texts that were passive-aggressive, and she played the victim. But the reality was that she was falling behind. And she was aware of it.

Neither her new spouse nor she were prepared for this. The ideal little family that he had envisioned for himself? It was no longer as flawless as it had been. The burden of paying court fees, the seemingly never-ending tension, and the fact that he was responsible for the upbringing of another man’s child began to wear him down.

They argued over different topics, including money, me, and their future. Very quickly, the fissures in their marriage began to appear. Then, one day, I was informed of the truth.

He abandoned her. You simply gathered your belongings and left. Not a nasty custody battle at all. The fights will not drag on. Just vanished. And my former spouse? All of her possessions were gone. Her recent marriage, her secure financial situation, and most negatively, her control over me and my life.

What is the most enjoyable aspect? For the first time, my daughter, who is now four years old, began to prefer to stay with me. In the beginning, it was the smallest of things, such as pleading for additional nights, throwing herself into my arms when I picked her up, and crying when it was time to go back. Then, it was readily apparent. It wasn’t just a simple visit from her. It was on her way back home.

Then, the time that I had been anticipating finally arrived.

The small hand of my kid was in mine as I stood at the door of my ex-wife’s house. At the beginning of our first official weekend together, her bag was already packed. Attempting to appear unaffected, my ex-boyfriend stood there with his arms crossed. On the other hand, I was able to observe the signs of tiredness and defeat in her eyes.

With a slow and contented smile, I smiled.

“You were wrong,” I told him. “You assured me that I would never see her again. Apparently, I’ll be spending a lot of time with her.

Her lips were squeezed together, and her face became more rigid, but she did not utter a single syllable. After giving her one final glance, I turned around and led my daughter away from the room.

During the time that I was fastening my daughter into the car seat, she smiled at me. “I love you, Daddy.”

The lump that was in my throat was swallowed, and I kissed her on the forehead. “I love you more, sweetheart.”

Once I was finally liberated, I entered the vehicle, closed the door, and drove away.

I hope you had a good time reading this novel.