My sister’s husband threatened to vacate the house within 1-Day or I will kick you out of the house!

The Sweetness of Revenge

Curiosity mixed with dread led me to peek into the room after a few minutes. There I saw them in an embrace that confirmed my worst fears.

“The baby is thrilled, too, living with Daddy,” Melissa exclaimed.

Revealing the shocking truth that Gregory was the father as they shared a kiss. Tears streamed down my face as I watched, hidden by the door’s crack.

From that day on, they treated me like nothing more than a servant. While I complied outwardly, I silently began gathering evidence, contemplating the painful but necessary steps toward a divorce.

One day, Melissa, with an air of arrogance, demanded I vacate the room.

“I need more space,” she declared, her eyes flashing with spite that clashed with the usual serenity expected from a pregnant woman.

I turned to Gregory, hoping for some support, but he sided with Melissa. Watching him take her hand joyfully was the last straw, extinguishing any residual feelings I had for him. Though a trace of sadness lingered.

“I’ll leave tomorrow,” I announced resolutely.

To this, a seemingly elated Gregory suggested I should find somewhere else to stay that very night, claiming this is now my and Melissa’s home. I simply nodded, suppressing my emotions, and left them to revel in their fleeting happiness.

As I stepped outside, a smile crept across my face as I pondered the new chapter ahead. That night, I checked into a hotel and began making plans.

The next day I arranged for a moving company and visited city hall, invigorated by the thrill of newfound freedom. Despite the sleepless night, my spirits remained high.

Upon my return, I was surprised to find the movers confused by the empty-looking house. Inside, a small box awaited me containing a mix of my cherished belongings tossed together carelessly. At the bottom of the box lay Gregory’s wedding ring.

Adding insult to injury, the house was a mess, the traces of Gregory and Melissa’s careless living evident everywhere. I instructed the movers to pack up their belongings as well.

On the dining table, a note from Gregory and Melissa announced their seven-day trip abroad, asking for the house to be cleaned in their absence. They casually mentioned that the divorce would be finalized when they returned.

Gregory’s self-centered nature was astounding, but his absence simplified the execution of my plans. After the movers packed up my things, I left Gregory’s wedding ring on the kitchen counter and departed from the house for the last time.

After some consideration, I purchased a cozy one-bedroom apartment near Helen’s university, which was conveniently on sale. The solitude it offered was a relief.

On the day of Gregory and Melissa’s return, my phone rang incessantly. Without needing to check, I knew it was them. I answered with a nonchalant hello.

“What the hell is going on?” he demanded.

Remaining calm, I replied, “What do you mean, what’s going on?”.

Gregory, clearly fuming, informed me that the house was empty. Bursting into laughter, I simply said, “Well, it was my house”.

When Gregory frantically asked me about the house, I calmly explained that since I no longer lived there, there was no reason for me to keep it.

“We were living there, weren’t we? Don’t worry, everything’s safely stored in a storage unit. I’ll text you the location and access code,” I assured him.

Gregory, desperate, demanded that I return the house. I firmly reminded him that the house was under my name and had been funded entirely by my investments. His contribution had been non-existent, a fact he remembered only when convenient.

He then pleaded with me to reconsider, citing that Melissa was in a difficult situation and emphasizing the baby’s relation to him as his niece or nephew.

I told him that I had been aware of his and Melissa’s affair since the day she had stormed into our home. I had been gathering evidence, including recordings from a high-end baby monitor I had been persuaded to buy during one of Melissa’s shopping sprees. The monitor, capable of recording even in pitch darkness, had captured everything.