Eight years of marriage shattered in one quick breath when my husband Mike brought home his pregnant sidekick and KICKED ME OUT of the house. I packed alright, but what I unpacked was a revenge plot so brilliant and karmic!
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It was a Tuesday evening when my life decided to go off the rails. I walked into our living room, tired from a long day at work, only to find a heavily pregnant woman sitting on our couch, eating chips.
At first, I thought maybe I’d accidentally wandered into the wrong house.
But no, there was our ugly floral wallpaper that Mike insisted on keeping, and there was Mike, looking like he’d just swallowed a porcupine.
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“Hey, Michelle,” he said, his voice as casual as if he was asking me to pass the salt. “We need to talk.”
I stood there, frozen, my brain trying to compute the scene before me. The pregnant woman smiled awkwardly, her hand on her belly, looking like she was auditioning for a soap opera.
“This is Jessica,” Mike continued, gesturing to the human incubator on our couch. “She’s pregnant. With my child. It… it just happened. And we’ve decided to be together.”
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I waited for the punchline. Surely, this was some elaborate prank for a new reality TV show. Maybe I’d win a car if I didn’t freak out?
But Mike’s face remained serious, and Jessica kept smiling that infuriating smile.
“Mike,” I said slowly, “what do you mean by ‘it just happened’? Did you trip and fall into her—?”
Mike had the audacity to look offended. “Enough, Michelle! This is serious. I think it’s best if you move out. You can go stay with your mom. Jess and I’ll take over the house.”
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I blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Nope, still not a dream.
I was half-expecting Ashton Kutcher to jump out and tell me I’d been Punk’d. But alas, no Ashton. Just my cheating husband and his very pregnant sidekick.
“Alright,” I calmly said. “I’ll pack my things and leave.”
Mike looked relieved, probably thinking he’d gotten off easy. Jessica’s smile grew wider, like she’d just won the lottery. Little did they know, the lottery was about to hit them back, and hit them hard.
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I went upstairs, packed a suitcase with some essentials, and left without another word.
As I drove to my mom’s house, the shock wore off, and rage took its place. But this wasn’t just any rage. This was the kind of rage that makes you want to do something spectacularly stupid and incredibly satisfying.
The next day, I set my plan in motion.
First stop: the bank. I marched in there like a woman on a mission, which I was. I froze our joint account faster than you can say “cheating jerk.”
The look on the bank manager’s face when I explained why was priceless. I’m pretty sure he was mentally taking notes for his next novel.
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Next, I visited a locksmith.
I remembered overhearing Mike tell Jessica they’d be gone for three days, giving me plenty of time to execute my master plan. It was like the universe was conspiring in my favor, and who was I to argue with destiny?
My next stop: my house. The same cozy house Mike and I once lived together, planning a future that was now a total trainwreck.
The puzzled locksmith probably thought I was crazy, cackling as I had him change all the locks on the house. I may have gone a bit overboard and asked for the most complicated, high-tech locks available. Hey, if I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. And big.
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Then came the movers.
I gave them the spare keys and scheduled them to pack up everything I owned, which was basically everything in the house. I even took the toilet paper. Let’s see how Mike and Jessica enjoy using leaves!
But the piece de resistance? Oh, that was yet to come. I had a brilliant idea that would make this revenge not just sweet, but long-lasting.
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I sent out party invitations. Lots of them. To Mike’s family, our friends, his coworkers, even that nosy neighbor who always complained about our late dog.
The invitation read: “Come celebrate Mike’s new life! Surprise party at our house, tomorrow at 7 p.m.!”
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Then, I commissioned a billboard. Yes, a billboard. A huge one. It was delivered and set up on our front lawn, impossible to miss.
In giant, bold letters, it proclaimed: “Congratulations on Dumping Me for Your Pregnant Mistress, Mike! Hope the Baby Doesn’t Inherit Your Infidelity!”
I stepped back to admire my handiwork, feeling like a mischievous fairy godmother who’d just granted the world’s most ironic wish. With a satisfied smirk and a dramatic hair flip, I sashayed away from the scene, eagerly anticipating the chaos that was about to unfold.
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The next evening, right on cue, my phone rang. It was Mike, and he sounded like he was having an aneurysm.
“Michelle!” he screeched, his voice hitting octaves I didn’t know he could reach. “What the hell is going on? Why are there people at our house? And what’s with this insane billboard?”
“Oh, that?” I said, trying to sound innocent. “Just a little housewarming party for you and Jessica. Don’t you like the decorations?”
“Decorations? It’s a freaking circus out here! And why can’t I get into the house?”
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I couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, honey, you told me to move out, remember? You never said anything about you staying there. I just remembered that the house is solely under my name. So, I changed the locks. Oopsie!”
There was a long silence on the other end. I could almost hear the gears in his tiny brain trying to process what was happening.
“Where are we supposed to go?” he finally sputtered.
“Gee, I don’t know, Mike. Maybe Jessica’s mom would love to have you? I hear pregnancy hormones and in-laws mix really well.”
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I hung up, feeling lighter than I had in years. But wait, there was more!
In the days that followed, I had the utilities cut off, canceled the cable, and made sure all our joint assets were transferred into my name. I listed the house for sale, making sure to mention in the listing that it came with a “bonus front lawn art installation.”
I had Mike served with divorce papers at work. I specifically requested the mailman to dress up as a pregnant woman. Just for funsies.
But the universe wasn’t done with Mike yet. Oh no, it had saved the best for last.
A man gaping in shock as he holds some papers | Source: Midjourney
A week later, I got a call from Jessica. Yes, that Jessica. She was crying so hard I could barely understand her.
“Michelle,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I mean, Mike told me you two were separated. And now… now he’s broke and homeless, and I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do!”
I almost felt bad for her. Almost.
“Well, Jessica,” I said, trying to keep the glee out of my voice, “I hear the circus is always looking for new acts. Maybe you two could start a juggling duo? You juggle the baby, he juggles his lies?”
She didn’t appreciate my humor. Tsk! Tsk!
Silhouette of a pregnant woman holding a smartphone | Source: Midjourney
As it turns out, when Jessica found out that Mike was now homeless, broke, and the laughingstock of the town, she decided that maybe being with a guy who had no money, no house, and no future wasn’t such a great idea after all.
She dumped him faster than you can say “Karma’s a b****!”
Last I heard, Mike was living in a tiny apartment, trying to scrape together enough money to pay bills and feed his hungry belly. His family had cut him off, disgusted by his behavior.
They even sent me a fruit basket and a sorry card. I ate the fruits while soaking in my new jacuzzi.
As for me? Well, the house sold for a nice profit. I moved to a beautiful new place, started my own business, and adopted a cat. I named him Karma.
A woman with her pet cat | Source: Midjourney
So yeah, my revenge might have been a bit over the top. But let’s be real, bringing home a pregnant mistress and trying to kick me out of my own house? That’s not just crossing a line, that’s pole-vaulting over it and then setting the pole on fire.
In the end, I learned a valuable lesson: When life gives you lemons, don’t just make lemonade. Squeeze those lemons into the eyes of those who wronged you, and then sit back and watch them stumble around blindly. It’s much more satisfying.
And remember, folks: cheaters never prosper, but the cheated-on with a good sense of humor and a flair for the dramatic? Oh, we do just fine!
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
A man saves a stray dog that had fallen into the ice, leading him to a lost family inheritance
John had a mission to find a long-lost family heirloom. After rescuing a dog that was about to drown, he discovered much more than just the family inheritance.
John had settled in an old cabin searching for a long-lost family treasure: a gold medallion bearing the family coat of arms. He spent his days working online and his evenings studying antiques on various specialized websites, hoping to find the medallion.
His grandfather cherished the medallion, which he had received from his father years ago. He often spoke about it with great nostalgia. So, John decided to find it.
However, that day wasn’t about work or family. On that particularly cold winter day, all John wanted was to enjoy a day of fishing. As he prepared his hook on the cabin porch, he suddenly heard a faint bark coming from the lake.
At first, John ignored the bark, but as it turned into desperate whimpering, he became worried and decided to check what was happening.
“You really are a lucky dog,” John said, pausing with a sudden realization. “Yes… I think that’s what I’ll call you. Lucky.”
As he approached the lake, he saw a Labrador that had fallen into the ice, struggling to stay afloat. John immediately returned to the cabin, grabbed a rope, and rushed back to the lake. He quickly fashioned a lasso and caught the dog, pulling her from the freezing water. The dog shivered, helpless, and appeared to have an injured paw.
John quickly wrapped her in a blanket and brought her home. He warmed her by the fireplace, fed her, and treated her wounds.
“Poor thing. You’ve been through so much. How could anyone abandon something so beautiful?” John said as he cared for the dog, who soon fell asleep.
“You really are a lucky dog,” John said again, this time with a warm smile. “Yes… that’s your name now. Lucky.” The dog gave a soft bark, as if in agreement with her new name.
From that moment, John decided to keep Lucky as his companion. Over the weeks, John continued his search for the family heirloom.
What made the search particularly difficult was that he wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for. Some family members said it was a gold medallion, others a pendant. The only thing they all agreed on was that it bore the family emblem.
The last connection to the lost family inheritance was a pouch with an embroidered family crest, which was where the relic had been kept until it disappeared, according to his grandfather. John tirelessly pursued his quest night after night. Every evening, he scoured antique photos but found no clues. And every evening, Lucky sat by his side for company.
One night, after another fruitless search, John lost his temper. While sitting at his desk, examining data as usual, he suddenly stood up and threw the pouch to the floor. He placed his hands against the wall, trying to calm down and brace himself.
“I’m done! This is hopeless! I’ll never find that stupid thing!” John shouted in frustration. Lucky whimpered sympathetically, sensing her new master’s distress. Feeling Lucky’s concern, John began to pet her. “Sorry, Lucky. I’ve had enough. I don’t want to search anymore. Besides, I’m not alone now. I’ve got you. I won’t waste more time on this nonsense. From now on, it’s just you and me.”
John examined Lucky’s injuries, which were nearly healed. “Once you’re fully recovered, I’ll teach you a few tricks. How does that sound?” John asked, to which Lucky responded with enthusiastic barking and a wagging tail.
“I think the better question is, what are you doing in my cabin?”
A week later, Lucky had fully recovered, and John began taking her for walks in the forest near the lake. But Lucky kept trying to run off into the woods.
As the situation worsened, John began to fear that one day she would run off and get hurt or lost. So he decided to cut back on the walks and instead play and train with Lucky at home.
One evening, while lying in bed, John decided to resume his search. He opened his laptop and searched online for clues about the family relic. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lucky dragging the jewelry pouch into the bed John had prepared for her.
“No, Lucky!” John commanded, jumping out of bed. “Bring it here,” he said, trying to take it from Lucky. But she didn’t let go, holding it tightly in her teeth.
Suddenly, Lucky bolted toward the door, pouch in mouth, and whined to be let outside. John thought Lucky just wanted to play, so he opened the door, hoping to retrieve the pouch once they were outside. However, when he opened the door, Lucky dashed into the woods.
“Lucky!” John shouted. He quickly grabbed his flashlight and ran after her.
“Lucky! Stop!” John yelled, chasing her as fast as he could. Lucky slowed down and sped up occasionally, allowing John to keep up as if she was leading him somewhere.
A few minutes later, Lucky suddenly stopped in a remote part of the forest. John caught up, panting and scolding Lucky for running off. But when John caught his breath, he noticed an old cabin in front of them. Lucky entered through the slightly open door.
“No, Lucky! Come back,” John whispered, afraid the cabin’s occupants might think they were trying to steal something. But judging by the cabin’s remote location, John figured it was likely abandoned.
As they got closer, John started recognizing the cabin, leaving him puzzled. He knew the forest like the back of his hand and had passed by this cabin many times without paying it much attention. Why had Lucky led him here?
Overcome by curiosity, John went against his better judgment and followed Lucky inside. Lucky sniffed around the cabin, exploring every corner. She suddenly stopped near the fireplace, dropping the pouch beside her.
“That’s not all. I found your brother, Steven. He’s in my car, and you can meet him right now.”
“Alright, that’s enough, Lucky. Let’s get out of here before we get into trouble,” John said softly, trying to pull Lucky toward the door. But Lucky wouldn’t budge. She was onto something. Lucky began digging in the fireplace. A minute later, she unearthed a shiny object with her teeth and placed it at John’s feet.
It was a gold medallion with an intricate design engraved on the front. John picked it up to examine it more closely. After a moment, he realized it wasn’t just any design, but his family’s coat of arms! This was the heirloom John had been searching for all along. He had almost given up, and now it was right there in his hands.
Suddenly, the cabin door opened, and an elderly man entered.
“Charlie? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” the elderly man said, turning to the dog.
“Charlie? You know her?” John asked.
“Do I know her? I think the better question is, what are you doing in my cabin?” the man asked, grabbing the axe by the door.
“I’m sorry, it’s this dog that led me here. She insisted. I mean no harm,” John said, cautiously raising his hands in the air.
“Yeah, she can be quite insistent,” the man replied.
“I found her in the lake. She almost drowned.”
“Oh… Well, thank you. I took her in as a puppy from a nearby trail,” the man explained, slowly setting down the axe.
“And you named her Charlie? You do know she’s a girl, right?” John said with a little laugh, lowering his hands as well.
“She became my best friend, so I named her after my childhood friend. Someone I haven’t seen in a very long time,” the elderly man said with a sad, nostalgic look in his eyes.
“Where did you find this?” John asked, holding out the medallion. “My family has been searching for this medallion for years,” John added.
The man’s face suddenly grew pale. He looked confused and angry. John feared the worst, but then he saw a tear roll down the man’s cheek as he sat on the floor, defeated.
“My parents left that medallion to my younger brother, Charlie, when they passed away. They left me nothing. I was so furious that I stole it from him. Eventually, I joined the army. When I returned, I had no intention of reconnecting with my brother, so I came to live here in this cabin, hoping to sell the medallion for some money and start over,” the man tearfully explained.
“But I was told it had no value. So this cabin became my new home, and I’ve lived here ever since. I couldn’t bring myself to face my brother and apologize for what I had done. The shame has haunted me ever since,” the man admitted.
“I recently tried to burn it in the fireplace. But it remained intact,” the man concluded.
“Your brother’s name is Charlie?” John asked, surprised.
“Yes,” the man replied.
“That’s my grandfather’s name. He’s been searching for this medallion for years,” John said, stepping closer to the man.
“You’re Charlie’s grandson?” the man said, standing up to get a better look at John. “Yes, I can see it now,” the man said with a comforting smile. “Charlie brought us together,” he added, warmly embracing John as he cried.
“I think it’s time you and your brother reunited,” John said softly.
“Yes… I think it is,” the man agreed, nodding.
John couldn’t believe it. He had found the family heirloom and uncovered a family secret. He had no idea his grandfather had a long-lost brother.
That evening, John went to his grandfather’s house to show him what he had found. The elderly man couldn’t hold back his tears when he saw the medallion. He was amazed at how the dog had found in just a few days what the family had been searching for over decades.
He opened the medallion to reveal its true value. Inside was the only photo of John’s grandfather, his parents, and his older brother.
“Thank you so much, my boy. You have no idea what this means to me,” John’s grandfather said gratefully.
“That’s not all. I found your brother. Your Steven. He’s in my car, and you can meet him right now.” John’s grandfather couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He nodded hesitantly.
John and his grandfather stepped out of their small lakeside home to find Steven, Charlie’s brother, getting out of the car at the same time. Charlie approached, tears in his eyes. John stood back, Lucky by his side, watching as his grandfather and his brother embraced emotionally.
“I’m so sorry, Charlie!” Steven cried.
“I know. It’s all right now. We’re finally together again, brother,” Charlie said, weeping bitterly.
Charlie and Steven spent a long night together. They drank coffee, reminisced about the good old days, and caught up on all the important events they had missed in each other’s lives. John took photos of their time together and was extremely happy for his grandfather.
John’s grandfather and Steven agreed that Steven would leave the cabin and move in with him the next day to make up for the lost time. But in the morning, when John went to pick up Steven’s things to bring him to his grandfather’s, he discovered that the elderly man had passed away in his cabin.
His grandfather was heartbroken, but grateful for the moment he had just shared with his long-lost brother and best friend. John added a photo of the two brothers together in their old age to the medallion, only increasing its value to their family.
What can we learn from this story?
Sometimes our actions lead us to unexpected places, and we never know what we might find or who we might meet. John’s encounter with Lucky led him to his grandfather’s brother and helped heal an old family wound.
Chances for redemption exist. Steven and his brother Charlie found a second chance at redemption in their old age, after all those years.
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