My Ex-husband’s New Wife Sent Me a Bill for ‘Expenses Caused by Me’

Getting an email from my ex-husband’s new wife wasn’t something I ever expected. Especially not with a bill attached. The list of “expenses caused by me” left me speechless, and her audacity was unmatched. But I wasn’t about to let her nonsense slide without a response.

I’d been divorced from Matt for two years. Life had moved on, or so I thought.

That was until his new wife, Stephanie, decided to bill me for fixing everything she thought I’d broken in Matt’s life.

Spoiler alert: I wasn’t paying a cent.

But I did send her a response she’ll never forget.

Ever since Matt and I parted ways, I’ve been enjoying living on my own.

I love my little house, my cozy routine, and my peace of mind.

After our divorce, I focused on rebuilding my life, and I think that’s something I should’ve done long before we said, “I do.”

Looking back, it’s easy to see why things didn’t work out between us.

Matt and I were poles apart in every way that mattered.

I wanted a partner, and he wanted… well, someone to take care of him. The realization hit hard after the honeymoon period wore off.

We’d been introduced by a mutual friend, and at first, Matt seemed perfect. He had a stable job, a charming smile, and an air of responsibility.

Our dating days were a dream. Or rather, an illusion.

I remember the first time I went over to his place. It was spotless, and everything was neatly arranged.

“Wow, you’re really organized,” I said, impressed.

Matt grinned. “I try to keep things tidy. It’s just how I am.”

If only I knew then what I know now.

During those first few months, he was on his best behavior. Romantic dates, sweet texts, and thoughtful gestures made me think I’d hit the jackpot.

It was only after we got married and moved in together that I realized how wrong I was.

The first sign? His wet towel on the floor.

At first, I laughed it off.

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