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When I found myself locked out of my own home, I knew my marriage ended. But what my ch3ating husband didn\u2019t know was that I was about to teach him a lesson he\u2019d never forget.<\/p>\n
\u201cJason, it\u2019s almost nine. You promised you\u2019d be home by six.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWork was crazy, Alice. What do you want me to do? Tell my boss I need to leave early?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jason loosened his tie, walking past the table where I\u2019d set up a small birthday dinner for myself. Two candles stood next to a cake I\u2019d picked up on my lunch break.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, actually,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what you could have done. Just once. Especially after you promised. It\u2019s my birthday, Jason.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, no. I forgot.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClearly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, don\u2019t be like that.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m working hard for us, you know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nI expressed a fake laugh.
\n\u201cFor us?\u201d I repeated.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re never even here, Jason. We barely talk anymore. When was the last time we had dinner together? Or watched a movie? Or did anything as a couple?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not fair. I\u2019m building my career so we can have a good future.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat future? We\u2019re living separate lives in the same house.\u201d I<\/p>\n
\u201cI make more money than you anyway, so let\u2019s not pretend this is about providing for us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jason\u2019s face hardened. \u201cOf course, you\u2019d throw that in my face. God forbid I try to catch up to my successful wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSave it. I\u2019m tired. I\u2019m going to bed.\u201d He walked away.<\/p>\n
He was my husband. I loved him. Marriage had rough patches, right? Everyone said so.<\/p>\n
Little did I know I\u2019d regret forgiving him so easily.<\/p>\n
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\nThree weeks after my ruined birthday, I came home early from work with a pounding headache. I can\u2019t enter my house and then I realized the brass doorknob and lock had been replaced with a sleeker silver one.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s weird,\u201d I shouted.<\/p>\n
When I inserted my key into the lock, it didn\u2019t fit.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I noticed the note taped to the door, written in Jason\u2019s familiar scrawl.<\/p>\n
This is no longer your home. Look for somewhere else to stay.
\nWhat the heck? I thought.<\/p>\n
Then, I saw through the door and screamed Jason\u2019s name. Finally, the door swung open, revealing my husband.<\/p>\n
And behind him was a woman wrapped in my robe.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t be serious,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen,\u201d he smirked.<\/p>\n
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\n\u201cI\u2019ve moved on. Mia and I are together now, and we need our space. You can cr.ash somewhere else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mia. The same coworker he had sworn was \u201cjust a friend.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI packed your stuff in the boxes,\u201d she said. \u201cYou may pick them up in the garage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jason thought he could kick me out of the house and get away with it, but I knew I couldn\u2019t let that happen.<\/p>\n
A harsh plan.
\n***<\/p>\n
\u201cAlice? Oh my God.\u201d My sister Paula opened her door.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat on the couch and shared everything to my sister.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat absolute piece of garbage,\u201d Paula hissed when I finished.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd this Mia person was wearing your robe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy birthday gift from Mom,\u201d I said,<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat can I do? The house is in his name.\u201d I took a long sip.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe mortgage was approved on his credit score since mine was still recovering from grad school.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paula\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cBut who\u2019s been making the payments?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\n\u201cWe both have, but\u2026\u201d I paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve paid for everything else. Every piece of furniture. The kitchen renovation last year. All the appliances.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly,\u201d Paula said.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, what exactly does Jason own besides an empty house?\u201d<\/p>\n
I checked out my phone and scrolled through my banking app.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve kept every receipt. I\u2019m obsessive about our budget tracking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course you have,\u201d Paula laughed. \u201cMiss Spreadsheet Queen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise\u2019s eyes gleamed. \u201cThen let\u2019s make a list.\u201d<\/p>\n
We spent the rest of the morning inventorying everything I had purchased for our home.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is impressive,\u201d Denise nodded. \u201cWith these receipts, there\u2019s no question what belongs to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
After listing furnitures, I called a moving company in this afternoon. Luckily, the owner, Mike, was sympathetic to my situation.<\/p>\n
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\n\u201cWe had a similar case last year,\u201d he told me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWife caught her husband ch3ating, wanted all her stuff out while he was at work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what I need,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut with one difference. I want them to be there when it happens.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited for Saturday when my husband and his mistress would both be home.<\/p>\n
Once Mike and his workers were there, I knocked on the door and my husband opened it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, honey,\u201d I said sweetly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just here to pick up my things.\u201d<\/p>\n
The washing machine? Unplugged mid-cycle, soaking clothes dumped into a plastic tub.<\/p>\n
The oven? Opened right as a pie was baking. Mine now.<\/p>\n
My vanity, my smart TV, the couch they lounged on? Gone.<\/p>\n
He just gazed at me, unable to say anything.<\/p>\n
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\n\u201cOh, and by the way? You changing the locks while I was still legally living here?\u201d I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s illegal. I could take this to court and really make your life hell. But honestly? Watching you two stand here, miserable, in your empty house is so much more satisfying.\u201d<\/p>\n
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