For years, I tried my best to hold onto my marriage, thinking that catching my husband with another woman would be the worst thing that could happen.

But nothing could have prepared me for the humiliation of him bringing his mistress home or for the unexpected turn of events that set things right.

I never imagined a marriage could sink to such depths. Yet my husband, Logan, decided to make a spectacle of this disaster. If I had known what he was capable of, perhaps I wouldn’t have been so blindsided.

Logan and I had been married for five years, but the storybook part didn’t last long. Issues began to arise, and our struggle to have a child took a heavier toll on our relationship than I initially realized.

My mental health started to deteriorate, and Logan drifted away, leaving me without the support I desperately needed.

Yesterday, my best friend Lola persuaded me to get out of the house for a little relaxation. Logan had informed me he’d be staying late at the gym, so we ventured to a quaint jazz club downtown.

The music was enchanting, and the atmosphere was just right for a bit of fun. Suddenly, Lola froze, her eyes widening as she stared over my shoulder.

“Natasha… I don’t want to alarm you, but… is that Logan?”

A cold shiver ran down my spine. Slowly turning around, I saw my husband at a corner table, with a young woman giggling as he whispered something into her ear. Without thinking, I marched straight over to them.

“Logan, seriously?!”

He looked surprised for a moment but then appeared relieved and, worst of all, gave an arrogant smile.

“Natasha, finally,” he greeted with a grin. The woman beside him, Brenda, also smiled, looking at me as though she had already claimed victory in this mess.

“Look, Natasha. It’s better you know now. I don’t need to hide anything,” he stated dismissively. “I’m in love with someone else. Between us, it’s over. It’s done.”

No hesitation, no remorse. I wanted to scream, cry, slap that arrogant face, but somehow, I stood there, numb.

Lola guided me out, and when I came to my senses, I was at her apartment, where I finally broke down.

The next morning, after a sleepless night, I decided to head home and confront him. But when I arrived at our house, the sight that greeted me was like a punch to the gut.

All my belongings were strewn across the front lawn as if they were trash. And there he was, standing with Brenda, smiling as if he’d just hit the jackpot.

Logan wasted no time. “I think you already know, but this house belongs to my grandfather, and you have no claim to it,” he said with a smirk. “Get out. Gather your things and leave. Now.”

I stood there, stunned, as his words echoed in my head. Not only had he cheated and left me, but now he was throwing me out of my own home. And the worst part? He seemed to delight in every moment.

I began gathering my things, packing them into my car, trying to keep my composure. As I loaded my belongings, I heard the sound of a car pulling up behind me. Turning around, I saw Mr. Duncan, Logan’s grandfather, stepping out of a sleek black BMW, looking bewildered.

“What on earth is going on here?!” Mr. Duncan’s voice boomed as Logan came outside, shocked.

“Grandpa, Natasha and I… we’re done. She doesn’t belong here anymore.”

“And who gave you the right to decide that?” His grandfather raised an eyebrow. “Let me remind you that this house belongs to me. I let you live here because you were supposed to start a family, together,” he continued. “But if you treat Natasha like she’s nothing, then it’s you who should leave. Effective immediately.”

Logan’s face went pale. “What… what do you mean?”

“I mean Natasha will remain here and you will leave. As of this moment, you no longer have access to anything of mine. You think you can behave this way? Disrespect your wife and disgrace our family for some middle-life fling and a young woman after money? Not on my watch!”

“Grandpa!”

“Leave now!”

Once Logan and Brenda took off, Mr. Duncan invited me inside and shared the reason for his visit. “Natasha, I heard from my son about your and Logan’s fertility challenges, and I came here to offer to pay for IVF treatment for you.”

“Oh, sir…” I stammered, my emotions overwhelming me.

“But it seems I arrived just in time to witness this mess. You don’t deserve any of this,” he continued, and his kindness nearly floored me.

Placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, he said, “Consider this house yours. I’ll handle all the paperwork and make it official. This is also my apology for not raising a better grandson.”

In the days that followed, Mr. Duncan kept his promise. My name was added to the title, and Logan was cut off from the family’s resources and support.

I heard through the grapevine that Brenda didn’t stick around long once she learned the money was gone, and Logan was couch surfing.

A week later, he showed up at my doorstep, begging to speak with his grandfather. But he never offered a true apology for what he did to me. He only regretted losing the money and influence.

So I said the words anyone in my position would want to say: “No! You made your bed, now lie in it!” It was a cliché and a bit harsh, but trust me, it felt incredibly satisfying at the moment.

His expression turned to anger instantly, and before he could hurl any insults, I slammed the door in his face.

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