Mike and I had been married for eight years. No kids yet, but I thought we were happy. I worked full-time, split the bills, did everything a good wife does.
Then one evening, I came home a little late, and there she was—HER. A very pregnant woman sitting on my couch. My heart skipped a beat, thinking she was a friend in need. But the look on Mike’s face told me everything.
“Hey, we need to talk,” he said casually. Then he dropped the bomb: “This is Jessica. She’s pregnant. With my child. We’ve decided to be together.”
I froze. Then he had the nerve to tell me TO MOVE TO MY MOM’S while they took the house. I was speechless. My blood was boiling, but I kept my cool.
I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Okay, I’ll go away.” But I only PRETENDED I WAS GOING TO LEAVE. INSTEAD, I SET OUT TO TEACH HIM A LESSON.
That night, I packed a small bag, just enough to make it seem like I was leaving. I even made a show of calling my mom in front of him, telling her I needed to stay for a while. Mike barely reacted. He just nodded, satisfied, already acting like I was out of the picture.
But I wasn’t going anywhere.
Before I walked out the door, I turned back. “One last thing,” I said, keeping my voice even. “You’re sure this is what you want?”
Jessica looked away, but Mike didn’t hesitate. “Yes. It’s better this way.”
I forced a smile. “Alright. Take care, Mike.”
Then I walked out—but not before slipping my spare key into my pocket.
For the next week, I let them get comfortable.
I stayed at a hotel, but every day while Mike was at work, I returned to the house. I wasn’t just there for closure—I was there to make life difficult for them. I knew every detail about that house, every quirk of the locks, every weak spot in their plan.
First, I made sure the utilities were under my name—which they were. So, on the third day, I shut off the internet and changed the password. Small inconvenience, but it was just the beginning.
Then, I went to the bank. Since our mortgage was still jointly owned, I withdrew every penny from our joint savings. Legally, I was entitled to half, but I took a little extra as a consolation prize. After all, he was the one who decided to start over without warning.
By the fourth day, I noticed Jessica starting to look frustrated. I saw her through the window, frowning at her phone, trying to get a signal. That same night, I came back when they were asleep. Quietly, I turned the thermostat up to 90 degrees, then removed the batteries from the remote. I could hear them arguing from outside.
On day five, I made my final move. I had already spoken to a lawyer, and since my name was on the house, I legally had the right to reclaim it. So, while Mike was at work, I walked in with a locksmith and had every lock changed.
Jessica was home when it happened. She stood there, wide-eyed as the locksmith drilled away.
“You can’t do this!” she shrieked.
I shrugged. “Actually, I can. My name’s still on the deed. You two thought you could just kick me out? Guess again.”
She grabbed her phone, probably calling Mike, but I was one step ahead.
“Oh, and one more thing,” I added, handing her a folder. “That’s an eviction notice. You have 48 hours to leave.”
Jessica’s mouth fell open, but she was speechless.
Mike showed up later that evening, furious. “What the h*ll, Sarah?!” he yelled.
I was calm. “Oh, Mike, welcome home. Except, it’s not your home anymore.”
“You can’t do this!” he roared.
“Actually, I can,” I replied smoothly. “I spoke to a lawyer. Legally, I have the right to the house. You wanted to start a new life? Great. Start it somewhere else.”
Jessica was crying, and Mike was fuming, but I felt nothing but satisfaction.
“You need to leave,” I continued, handing him his own eviction notice. “I’ll give you a few minutes to pack.”
Mike had no choice. He gathered his things, muttering under his breath, while Jessica sobbed beside him. I stood at the door, arms crossed, waiting.
When they stepped outside, I gave them one last smile. “Good luck with everything.” Then I shut the door in their faces.
I won’t lie and say it was easy. It hurt like hell. But I walked away with my dignity and my home. Mike wanted to replace me? He could do it somewhere else.
The best part? A few months later, I heard through mutual friends that Jessica left him. Turns out, she didn’t like the real Mike once the honeymoon phase ended. He tried reaching out to me, but by then, I was already moving on.
Moral of the story? Don’t let anyone treat you like an afterthought. Sometimes, karma just needs a little push.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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