I thought my marriage was rock-solid, but my husband Mike’s betrayal shattered my world. His pregnant mistress and callous eviction notice ignited a fire within me. That fateful Tuesday evening,
I walked into our living room to find a stranger, Jessica, pregnant with Mike’s child. His casual tone made my blood boil.
“Michelle, we need to talk,” he said, introducing Jessica. My mind reeled as Mike explained they were leaving me for each other. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. “Mike, what do you mean ‘it just happened’?” I asked, trying to process. His offended look only fueled my rage.
“Enough, Michelle! This is serious. I think it’s best if you move out,” he said. I calmly agreed, but my mind was racing. Little did they know, I had a plan. I packed, left, and unleashed my revenge.
First, I froze our joint account, watching the bank manager’s stunned expression. Next, I changed the locks, ensuring Mike and Jessica wouldn’t return.
I hired movers to pack my belongings, leaving them with nothing. The pièce de résistance? A billboard proclaiming Mike’s infidelity.
Party invitations followed, inviting friends, family, and coworkers to celebrate Mike’s new life. The fallout was epic. Mike’s aneurysm-inducing phone call was priceless. “Michelle, what’s going on? Why can’t I get into the house?” he asked. I savored every word. “You told me to move out, remember?”
The utilities were cut off, cable canceled, and assets transferred to my name. Divorce papers were served, complete with a pregnant mailman. Jessica called, crying, apologizing for her part. My response? “Maybe you two could start a juggling duo?” She didn’t appreciate my humor.
Karma caught up with Mike. Jessica dumped him, and he ended up broke and homeless. His family disowned him, sending me a fruit basket and apology. I moved on, starting my own business, adopting a cat named Karma.
My revenge might have been over-the-top, but Mike’s betrayal warranted it. When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the eyes of those who wronged you. Cheaters never prosper, but the cheated-on with humor and flair? We do just fine.
