While I was away on a business trip, my husband Travis kicked out my 17-year-old son, Caleb. I came home early and was horrified to find Caleb digging through a dumpster, thin and dirty. He’d been homeless for over a month. Travis claimed Caleb was disrespectful and threatened to lie if he contacted me.
Heartbroken and furious, I got Caleb a hotel room, groceries, and swore to end my marriage. But first, I called my friend Marcus, a former cop turned security consultant. I wanted Travis to feel the panic he caused my son.
Marcus posed as an officer and told Travis that Caleb had been arrested for stealing food and that the store owner demanded $15,000 to drop charges. Travis wired the money without hesitation. The next day, I served him divorce papers.
Travis showed up furious. “You tricked me!” he yelled. I replied, “No—I taught you a lesson.”
I gave the full $15,000 to Caleb and told him, “It’s yours. You earned it.” Because no one hurts my son and walks away clean.
