Ending Our Marriage Over a Plush Toy

"You've become heartless!" she screamed. “That’s your own daughter!”

“She’s barely a year old. What if she had been seriously hurt?”

My face remained indifferent. “Say whatever you want. Even if she had died from the fall—it’s not my problem.”

Her expression collapsed.

Tears streamed down her face.

Dariel pointed at me, shaking with rage. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Cursing your own daughter to die? You’re beyond help!”

“Enough,” Veronica choked out, trembling with fury. “I’m done.”

“Get out.”

“Get out of my life! I can raise our daughter on my own. She doesn’t need a father like you.”

“We’ll settle this in court.”

Veronica's final words were practically screamed at the top of her lungs.

I didn’t respond. I simply turned and walked away.

Not long after, news of my divorce with her exploded online.

One exposé after another flooded the internet.

Some claimed I was keeping dozens of mistresses.

Some said I was a regular at shady clubs.

Others even alleged I had an illegitimate child.

Photos were posted as so-called evidence.

I was crucified on the internet—labeled a heartless scumbag who abandoned his wife and child.

Still, I remained silent.

No explanations. No statements.

Until three days later, when I appeared in court.

Because the trial was public, the gallery was packed—not just with friends and family, but with reporters as well.

“Miguel,” Veronica said, fists clenched tightly, “I’ll give you one last chance. Admit your mistake, and let’s move on with our lives.”

Dariel chimed in beside her. “You don’t have a leg to stand on. You’ll lose everything in the divorce. What then? Who’s going to want anything to do with you?”

“Just give in,” he sneered. “Unless you want to end up sleeping on the street.”

Veronica's parents sat stiff-faced.

“Miguel,” her father said sternly, “think carefully about the consequences.”

“If your whole argument for splitting assets is that Veronica sleeps with a teddy bear, you have no chance of winning.”

In the face of their criticism, I said nothing.

I simply walked to my seat beside Stella.

The entire Campbell family scoffed in unison.

The hearing began.

After reviewing Veronica’s submitted evidence, the judge turned to me.

“Sleeping with a teddy bear doesn’t constitute a fault in a marriage,” he said.

“However, the plaintiff has submitted over fifty photos of you in intimate situations with other women.”

“If you cannot provide new evidence, the court will rule you at fault based on the current facts.”

I stood up calmly.

“I have evidence.”

Now the real show was about to begin.