“Maybe that was a mistake.”Jake and Emily, my little girl clutching her stuffed rabbit, started crying. “Please stop fighting!” Jake begged. The sight of their tears cut deeper than anything Lewis could say.When he finally drove off, I pulled my kids close, silently vowing he’d never win. He wasn’t just after custody — he was after control.I gathered proof: the fake texts, court documents, years of manipulation. Then I asked his new girlfriend, Lisa, to meet.
