I thought I had the perfect marriage. My husband and I had been together for 10 years, we had a beautiful home, we traveled everywhere, we laughed, everything seemed like a fairy tale. But then I discovered the real side of him.
One evening, I came home earlier than he expected. As soon as I walked in, I smelled a strange perfume. My heart raced as I walked towards the bedroom.
And then… shock. On our bed, him and some other woman.
Instead of screaming, I just laughed. Loudly. They both looked at me in shock, she was pulling the sheet over herself, and he started muttering stupid excuses.
I told him: “You go ahead. I’ll take what’s mine”.
I slowly walked over to the closet, took the keys to his car, the one he loved the most, proudly showed off to everyone. Then I took his phone from the drawer.
I turned to my lover and asked: “Do you know that this is his fourth time cheating on me? Or did you think you were special?” She froze, and his face turned stone.
I took the car out of the garage and drove it straight to the car dealership. It was registered to me. Why? Because I was smart and had all the papers registered to my name a year ago.
I came home, threw him the keys and said: “Now go to her place. But on foot”. And then I locked the door, forever.