As I stepped out of the lawyer’s office, a sense of liberation washed over me. The rain poured down, casting a gloomy shadow over the city, but I felt a spark of triumph ignite within me. My ex-husband, Mike, thought he had won the divorce battle, but little did he know, I had been secretly orchestrating my revenge.
The months leading up to our divorce had been a blur of arguments and resentment. Mike’s obsession with material wealth had consumed our marriage, leaving me feeling suffocated and trapped. But I had a plan, one that would bring him to his knees.
As I packed up the last of my belongings from our grand house, I couldn’t help but smile. Mike thought he had scored a great deal, but in reality, he had just walked into a trap. The house, the car, the savings – it was all just a facade, a carefully constructed illusion that would soon come crashing down.
My mother, Barbara, had been instrumental in my plan. She had helped us purchase the house, and now she was ready to take it back. I dialed her number, and she answered on the second ring. “It’s time,” I said, my voice barely containing my excitement.
The next morning, Mike’s furious voice echoed through my phone. “You set me up!” he bellowed. I listened patiently, a smirk spreading across my face. “My mother has every right to live in that house,” I said sweetly. “You signed the agreement, Mike. You should have read the fine print.”
As Mike’s anger reached a boiling point, I could hear my mother’s voice in the background, calmly instructing him to remove his feet from the coffee table. The image of Mike’s face, red with rage, was almost too delicious to resist. I bit my lip, savoring the moment.
The phone call ended abruptly, and I was left with a sense of satisfaction. Mike had thought he had won, but in reality, he had just lost everything. The house, the car, the savings – it was all gone, replaced by a sense of freedom and liberation that I had never thought possible.
As I sat in my new apartment, surrounded by the quiet of the morning, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Revenge had never tasted so sweet.
