As the judge ruled in my favor, he slammed his hands on the table, his face red with rage. “This is ridiculous!” he shouted, glaring at me like I’d betrayed him. His lawyer tried to calm him, but Mark’s fury only grew.
“You’re destroying this family, Jessica!” he spat as we left the courtroom. “Oh no, Mark,” I said coolly. “You did that all on your own.”
A few weeks later, I drove out to the country house while Melissa was out of town.
Over there, I met Steve, the man who wanted to purchase my half of the house. We finalized the deal right there, while Melissa and Mark had no idea what I was up to. A week later, Melissa returned and found Steve’s pickup truck parked in the driveway, three dogs lounging in the yard, and a bonfire pit smoldering in the back.
She called me, screaming, “What have you done?”
“I sold my half, Melissa,” I said calmly. “It’s not my problem anymore.”
Mark called next, ranting about “family betrayal,” but I hung up mid-sentence. Now divorced, I’ve never felt freer.
My revenge was complete, and for once, the cost was all theirs to bear. Do you have any opinions on this? Source: amomama
