I have always believed that love and trust are the foundation of marriage.
Mike and I have been together for eight years, and although we haven’t started the family yet, everything seemed to be on the way. I worked hard, shared responsibility and did what every good woman would do.
But one evening I returned home a little later than usual, and what I saw waiting for me will change my life forever. A woman sitting on my couch – her belly wheel impossible to miss – wasn’t just a stranger. No, she was a stranger.
And that moment meant the beginning of the cruel betrayal that Mike organized behind his back. He knew a little, I had my own plan. The revenge that was going to develop would let him wind his new lady.
Mike and I have married for eight years. We didn’t have children, but I thought we were happy. I worked full -time, shared household expenses, and did everything I believed to do a good woman.
One evening I returned home a little later than usual, and there was – herself.
A very pregnant woman sits on my couch. My heart stopped and thought she could be a friend in need. But looking at Mike’s face told me everything I needed to know.
“Hey, we have to talk,” he said unwillingly. Then he dropped the bomb: “This is Jessica. She’s pregnant with my child. We decided to be together.”
I stiffened. Then he told me without hesitation to move out and go to stay in my mom’s house while they took over our home. I was impressed. My blood was cooked, but I kept cool.
I looked at him in the eyes and said, “Okay, I’ll go.”
Mike probably thought he got easily. Jessica’s smile has enlarged. They didn’t know that karma was going to hit both harder than they imagined.
I packed a bag with mere particulars and left without a word.
I went to my mom’s house and the next day I started to move my plan.
I went straight to the bank and stiffened our joint account in the heart rhythm. The expression of the banking manager when I explained why he was priceless.
I also visited the locksmith.
Mike said Jessica that they would be gone for three days, so I had a lot of time to make my main plan.
My next stop was our house – the same home Mike and I once shared. The locksmith looked confused when I got entangled and gave him the keys to change all the locks.
Then the Movers came.
I gave them spare keys and ordered them to pack everything I owned. I even took the toilet paper. Let’s see how Mike and Jessica can do without it!
But the icing above? I had a brilliant idea that would not forget my revenge.
I sent invitations to a party to Mike’s family, our friends, his collaborators and even our curious neighbors. The invitation is: “Come to celebrate Mike’s new life! Surprising party in our house tomorrow at 19:00”
And then I commissioned a billboard. Was delivered and built on our front lawn.
In huge, courageous letters, he said, “Congratulations on the ejection of a pregnant lady, Miku! I hope the child will inherit your infidelity!”
I retreated and admired my work. With a happy smile, I left and waited eagerly for chaos, which I knew was about to develop.
My phone rang next evening. It was Mike.
“Michelle, what’s the hell? Why are people in our house? And what’s with this ridiculous billboard?” Shout.
I pretended to be innocent. “Oh, it’s just a small household for you and Jessic. Don’t you like the decoration?”
“Decoration? It’s a crazy circus here! And why can’t I get into the house?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, honey, you told me to leave, remember? You’ve never mentioned that you haven’t mentioned anything. I just remembered that the house was in my name. So I changed the locks.
At the other end there was a long break. I practically heard the wheels turn in his small brain as he tried to understand what was going on.
“Where should we go?” He stammered.
“I don’t know Miku. Maybe Jessic’s mom would like to take you? I heard the pregnancy hormones and the father -in -law work great.”
In the following days I cut off the tools, canceled the cable, and made sure all our common assets were converted to my name. I put the house for sale and made sure that the list is mentioned that he came up with the “Bonus front lawn ART Installation”.
I served Mike with divorce papers at work, specifically asking Mailman to dress like a pregnant woman – just for fun.
But the universe has not ended with Mike. Oh no, it saved the best part for the last time.
A week later I called Jessica and cried hysterically.
“Michelle,” she sobbed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know … Mike told me you were two separated. And now … Now he’s broken and homeless and I’m pregnant and I don’t know what to do!”
I almost felt bad for her.
“Well, Jessica,” I said, trying to suppress joy, “I heard that circus was always looking for new acts. Maybe you two could you start a juggling act – a child’s ribs while Mike juggles his lies?”
She appreciated my humor. TSK, TSK.
It turned out that when Jessica realized that Mike was now broken and homeless, she decided to be with a guy who had no money, no home, and no future was such a great idea.
She threw him.
Last time I heard that Mike lived in a small apartment, barely scratching enough money to pay the bills and make a living. His family cut off him, disgusted by his actions.
They even sent me a basket of fruit and a sincere apology.
As for me? The house was sold for a nice profit. I moved to a beautiful new place, started my own business and accepted a cat. I named him karma.
In the end, my revenge was more than just sweet – it was a reminder that life had a way of balanced scale. Mike’s betrayal and arrogance cost him everything, while I left with the dignity of the intact, newly discovered sense of authorization and a new beginning.
As for Jessica, she learned hard that not all glitters were gold and that a man who betrays one woman will probably not be a reliable partner of another.
Meanwhile, I accepted my new life, enjoying the fruits of my work and the peace that came up with the regeneration of my power. As for karma? He is just the perfect companion of my new life of joy, success and sweet, sweet revenge.