My daughter texted me, “Dad, mom’s been bringing men over while you’re deployed.”
Her cheeks went red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I pressed play. “Really?”
There she was in the video with Brett. Perfectly clear proof.
“You… You put cameras in our house?!” she yelled.
“My house,” I corrected. “Paid for while I’m deployed. And yes.”
“That’s illegal! It’s a violation of privacy!”
“Not when I own the property. Lawyer checked.”
“Lawyer?”
I slid the divorce papers over. “You’ve been served.”
Her hands shook as she flipped through them. “You can’t do this.”
“It’s already done. Your belongings are boxed.”
“My belongings? You can’t just throw me out!”
“No one’s throwing you out. But I’m not leaving. Where you stay is your choice.” I looked at Haley.
“You little snitch,” Kendra hissed. “You ruined everything!”
