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After Gina and her husband Brendan decided to split, she took a break from the tension by staying with her parents for the weekend. However, when she returned, she found all of her belongings dumped on the lawn. To her surprise, Gina discovered a priceless item belonging to her ex-husband. Read on as she gets her revenge\u2026<\/p>\n
When Brendan and I decided to end our marriage, he quickly changed. The man I once knew, the one I had spent years with, was gone.<\/p>\n
In his place stood someone bitter and resentful.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re complaining about my behavior?\u201d Brendan shouted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just saying you need to calm down,\u201d I responded, trying to keep my composure.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, please, Gina,\u201d he yelled louder. \u201cYou made me this way! Your constant complaints and demands. Just go live your life!\u201d<\/p>\n
So, I did.<\/p>\n
During the divorce process, we tried to go through our things and make a clean break.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me just pack these up, Gina,\u201d Brendan said one day as he went through my bookshelf.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I need to handle my things,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n
But things only worsened, and the emotional rollercoaster was taking its toll. So, I decided to spend the weekend with my parents to clear my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, run away to your parents,\u201d Brendan said sarcastically as I packed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re better than you,\u201d I snapped, walking out.<\/p>\n
And honestly, it was exactly what I needed. It gave me space to process everything and come to terms with the fact that I was going to be alone for the first time in twelve years. I couldn\u2019t quite see my future yet, but I knew this was necessary.<\/p>\n
I also wanted my parents to pamper me.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Gina,\u201d my mom said, setting down a tray of roast lamb. \u201cAll you need to do is eat and relax. Whatever you want, just tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I let out a slow breath. I was where I needed to be.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure divorce is the right choice?\u201d my dad asked at dinner.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cIf we were ever going to reconcile, it should have happened a long time ago. Brendan and I just can\u2019t see eye-to-eye anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do what\u2019s best for you, sweetheart,\u201d my mom said, giving me a warm smile. \u201cIf a clean break is what you need, that\u2019s what you should do.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took long walks with my parents’ dog, Pippy, just to clear my mind and breathe.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re doing the right thing,\u201d I told myself. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing wrong with a fresh start.\u201d<\/p>\n
But when I pulled into our driveway on Monday morning, expecting to find Brendan and his things gone, I was met with a shocking sight.<\/p>\n
All of my furniture\u2014everything from before and during my time with Brendan\u2014was scattered across the lawn. A large, hand-painted sign that said \u201cFree Stuff!\u201d was planted proudly in front, inviting strangers to take my belongings.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the hell is this?\u201d I muttered, slamming the car door.<\/p>\n
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I couldn\u2019t believe it. My coffee table, my flea market couch, even my grandmother\u2019s rocking chair\u2014all just sitting there, exposed to the sun.<\/p>\n
I kicked the sign flat and dialed Brendan. He picked up after three rings.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, what\u2019s up, Gina?\u201d he answered casually, almost smugly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s up? Why is all my furniture on the lawn? Are you out of your mind?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause before he responded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were going to sue me for all my money anyway,\u201d he said coldly. \u201cI heard you on the phone, planning to take everything, or at least half. Now you get to see how it feels to lose what\u2019s yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was speechless.<\/p>\n
Yes, I\u2019d thought about taking my share of his money, but spending the weekend with my parents had made me realize that wasn\u2019t the way to go.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re unbelievable,\u201d I finally managed to say. \u201cYou really think this will fix anything? You\u2019re just making things worse for yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
He scoffed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever. It\u2019s your problem now. Maybe you should charge people for your stuff instead of letting them take it for free.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was furious, but I knew yelling wouldn\u2019t help. Brendan had made up his mind, and no amount of reasoning would change it.<\/p>\n
I hung up, staring at my belongings scattered across the lawn. There was no way I could move it all back inside alone. Frustrated, I kicked the bedside table I had repainted.<\/p>\n
As it hit the ground, I heard something jingle.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat now?\u201d I muttered, crouching down to open the drawer.<\/p>\n
Inside, I found something that made me smirk despite my anger.<\/p>\n
\u201cStupid Brendan,\u201d I said, seeing his father\u2019s heirloom watch tucked away in the drawer.<\/p>\n
This priceless watch, which Brendan cherished but never wore, had somehow slipped through his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cCheckmate,\u201d I whispered to myself.<\/p>\n
I felt a surge of satisfaction as I tucked the watch into my pocket. After all, he had put it out there for free. I wasn\u2019t stealing it.<\/p>\n
Then I texted my friends, asking them to come help me bring everything back inside.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrendan is the worst,\u201d my friend Jenny said as she carried a lamp. \u201cThis is a new low.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, but don\u2019t worry,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019ve got a way to get back at him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her about the watch and how I\u2019d tucked it safely away in my car. I knew it was just a matter of time before Brendan realized it was missing.<\/p>\n
Later that evening, while I was moving furniture, my phone buzzed. It was Brendan.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Gina,\u201d he said. \u201cI think I left something important behind. Can I come by and grab it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I don\u2019t know,\u201d I said casually, grabbing a slice of pizza. \u201cThe neighbors came over and took a few things. The bedside tables are gone, too. Maybe Cathy will sell them back to you if you\u2019re polite enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a long pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cGina, it\u2019s my dad\u2019s watch. My granddad\u2019s watch. I really need it back,\u201d he said, sounding desperate.<\/p>\n
I let the silence linger before responding.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, it\u2019s with Cathy. But I\u2019m sure she\u2019ll be reasonable. You know, for the right price.\u201d<\/p>\n
He knew I was bluffing, but there was no way he could prove it, and I wasn\u2019t going to let him off easy. He had to fight for it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d he asked, clearly frustrated.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much do you think it\u2019s worth?\u201d I asked. \u201cA few hundred?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine,\u201d he said, gritting his teeth. \u201cJust get it back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll do my best, but no promises.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next morning, Brendan showed up while I was sitting on the porch with coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere,\u201d he said, handing me an envelope. \u201c$500. But you know how priceless it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, taking the envelope. \u201cThanks. You can go now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll get in touch with you about the divorce. My lawyer has some things to discuss.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCool,\u201d I replied, uninterested.<\/p>\n
Brendan gave me a double-take, but took the watch from me, walking away slowly as if wanting to say something but couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
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