After years in a strained marriage dominated by Mike’s obsession with wealth, I decided to give him everything in the divorce—the house, car, and savings. “He thought he had won,” but it was all part of my plan.
Leaving the lawyer’s office, I played the role of a defeated woman, masking my excitement. “It wasn’t madness, but the sweet joy of a well-executed plan.” Mike had always focused on material possessions, and I knew he wouldn’t see what was coming next.When he asked for a divorce, I gave him no resistance. He smugly demanded the house, car, and savings. “Wait, what? You don’t want the house or the money?” he stammered. I confirmed, and his grin widened.
But the house wasn’t entirely his. My mom had helped us buy it, securing legal rights to live there whenever she wanted. The fine print he ignored was about to backfire.
The next day, Mike called, furious. “Your mother is here! She’s taken over everything!” I reminded him of the agreement, knowing he’d been outplayed. In the background, I could hear my mom, “Michael, get your feet off the coffee table!” I smiled, knowing I had won my freedom—and a bit of sweet revenge.
