MY EX-HUSBAND GOT OUR HOUSE, CAR, AND ALL OUR MONEY AFTER THE DIVORCE — I LAUGHED BECAUSE THAT WAS EXACTLY WHAT I’D PLANNED.
My marriage with Mike was done way before we signed any papers. He’d been more into his flashy image than into us for ages. Big cars, big house — if it screamed “Look at me,” he wanted it. So when he finally told me he wanted a divorce, I wasn’t shocked. What got me, though, was how quick he was to grab everything. “I want the house, the car, the savings,” he said, all smug. He even tossed me the crumbs — my personal stuff, as if that was some generous offer.
I just smiled and nodded. I let him take it all because I knew what was coming. My lawyer looked at me like I was crazy, but I told her to let him have it. We signed the divorce papers, and I moved out that afternoon. I was eager to start my new life, but not before making one final call. Everything was set.
The next morning, my phone rang, and it was Mike, absolutely livid.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” he screamed.
“Oh, Mike,” I said, trying not to laugh, “What’s wrong now?”
“You know exactly what’s wrong!” he yelled. “I’m in my living room, and guess what I’m looking at!”
After the divorce, I managed to maintain a composed facade, but inside, a storm of emotions brewed. Mike, with his usual arrogance, took the house, the car, and most of our shared savings. As I walked out of that chapter of my life, the skies mirrored the supposed gloom of my situation, yet my heart held a secret glee.
Inside the empty elevator of the lawyer’s office, I chuckled to myself, the sound echoing off the walls. It wasn’t just relief; it was the beginning of a new chapter. Yes, Mike thought he had won, securing all our worldly possessions, but what he didn’t realize was the true value of what I walked away with.
A few weeks later, as I settled into my new, smaller home, I reflected on the true essence of my victory. It wasn’t just escaping a loveless marriage but the freedom and peace I had longed for. As the phone rang, breaking my reverie, it was Mike on the other end, his voice tinged with frustration.
“You set me up, didn’t you?” he accused, his voice a mixture of anger and bewilderment.
Smiling into the phone, I replied calmly, “Not in the way you think, Mike. You have the house, but remember, happiness doesn’t reside in brick and mortar.”
Silence followed. Then, taking a deep breath, I continued, “I wish you well, truly. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
Hanging up, I turned to gaze out the window, watching as the early evening light cast gentle patterns across the floor. In my heart, I knew that the greatest wealth I could possess was the contentment and the fresh start I now embraced. Sometimes, the best revenge is simply moving forward and finding joy on your own terms.