I thought I lost everything when I caught my husband, Brian, with another woman and he kicked me out of the house.
But then his grandfather, Richard, called with a plan that would change everything and teach Brian a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
I always thought my life was perfect.
Brian and I had been married for ten years.
No kids yet, but we were planning.
We had a beautiful home, successful careers, and a busy social life.
His family was rich — really rich.
His grandfather, Richard, was the one who made the family fortune.
Last Monday, I came home early from a business trip as I wanted to surprise Brian with a romantic dinner. I let myself in quietly, imagining the look on his face when he saw me.
I heard noises from upstairs — strange noises. My heart started pounding.
I crept up the stairs, and when I opened our bedroom door, I found Brian in bed with another woman.
“Brian!” I yelled. “What the hell is going on?”
Brian jumped out of bed, scrambling to cover himself. The woman grabbed her clothes and bolted out of the room.
Brian looked at me with shock and anger.
“Stacy, what are you doing here?” he snapped.
“I live here! What do you mean, what am I doing here? Who is she?”
“It’s not what it looks like,” he mumbled, but his eyes betrayed him.
He couldn’t even look at me.
“Not what it looks like? Are you kidding me? You’re in our bed with another woman!”
“Just leave, Stacy,” he said, turning cold.
“This is my house. Get out.”
“Your house? Brian, we bought this house together.
We built our life together!”
“No, Stacy,” he said, his voice icy. “I bought this house. My money.
My house. Now get out.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me.
With tears streaming down my face, I grabbed a suitcase and started packing whatever I could find. I didn’t even know where I was going.
I ended up at my best friend Karen’s apartment. When she opened the door and saw me, she didn’t need to ask.
She just hugged me.
“Stacy, come in. Tell me everything,” she said softly.
We sat on her couch, and I spilled everything, between sobs. Karen listened, holding my hand.
“Stay here as long as you need,” she said.
“We’ll figure this out.”
For the next few days, I was a mess. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep.
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