When I found my husband, Brian, with another woman and he pushed me out of our house, I felt like I had hit rock bottom. However, a call from his grandfather, Richard, brought hope and a plan to change my situation and teach Brian an unforgettable lesson.
I always believed my life was perfect. Brian and I had been married for ten years; we were planning for kids. We had a lovely home, flourishing careers, and an active social life. His family had immense wealth, thanks to his grandfather, Richard.
Last Monday, I returned home early from a business trip to surprise Brian with a romantic dinner. I quietly entered the house, excited to see his reaction.
I heard unusual noises from upstairs. My heart raced. I tiptoed up the stairs, and on opening our bedroom door, I discovered Brian in bed with another woman.
“Brian!” I screamed. “What in the world is going on?”
Brian leapt out of bed, trying to cover himself. The woman quickly gathered her clothes and ran out. Brian looked at me with a mix of shock and anger.
“Stacy, what are you doing here?” he barked.
“I live here! What do you mean, what am I doing here? Who is she?”
“It’s not what it seems,” he stuttered, avoiding eye contact.
“Not what it seems? Are you kidding me? You’re in our bed with another woman!”
“Just leave, Stacy,” he said coldly. “This is my house. Get out.”
“Your house? Brian, we bought this house together. We built our life together!”
“No, Stacy,” he retorted with an icy tone. “I bought this house. My money. My house. Now get out.”
I was in disbelief. The ground seemed to vanish beneath me. Tears streaming down my face, I packed a suitcase with whatever I could find, with no idea where I was headed.
I ended up at my best friend Karen’s apartment. She opened the door, saw me, and hugged me without needing to ask.
“Stacy, come in. Tell me everything,” she said gently.
We sat on her couch, and I poured out my heart, through sobs. Karen listened, holding my hand.
“Stay here as long as you need,” she said. “We’ll figure this out.”
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