Hosted a podcast for ten years, only to have my husband’s student call in live to flaunt their affair.
They teamed up to ruin my career with lies—and cost me my unborn child in the chaos.
He thought the internet's hate would break me.
I launched a nationwide livestream., dropping ironclad proof of his academic fraud and bribed witnesses!
Ultimately, the mistress had her degree revoked and jumped to her death in total despair.
Terminally ill and disgraced, he begs for one last meal, weeping for a second chance.
I don't even have enough hate left to give; I’m walking away with the king of the streets who’s protected me for a decade.
Late-blooming love is cheaper than dirt—rot in hell where you belong.
