My ex-wife beged for full custody of our daughter after divorce promising me that I could see her whenever I wanted. It worked for a few months until one day, she stopped answering my calls. When I finally showed up at her house, her new husband let me in.
Him: (nervous) “You need to leave.”
Me: “Where’s my daughter?”
Him: “THERE IS NO DAUGHTER.”
I felt my blood go cold.
Me: “What the hell are you saying?”
Him: “You don’t understand. You need to leave.”
Me: “I’m not leaving until I see my daughter.
Where is she?”
Suddenly, my ex-wife appeared in the hallway and shook the ground under me when she said “You will never see her again,” she said.
My world shattered. A hot rage spread through my chest. My hands clenched.

“Move,” I growled.
My ex-wife let out a short, mocking laugh. “Or what?”
“Okay,” I said slowly, nodding. “I understand now.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You do?”
I turned and walked away. This wasn’t over.