The Scam That Cost Them Everything
Nancy believed in love, loyalty, and fairness. For two years, she dutifully paid half the rent—until she discovered her husband and his mother had been scamming her out of thousands.
Hell hath no fury like a woman robbed blind.
The Discovery
Nancy thought she and Jeremy split expenses equally. He had found their “perfect” $2,000-a-month apartment, and she trusted him.
Then one night, after a long hospital shift, her neighbor casually mentioned something shocking:
“Oh, you live in Lorrie and Jeremy’s apartment—they’ve owned it for years!”
Nancy’s blood ran cold.
Digging through public records confirmed it: Jeremy and his mother owned the unit. There was no landlord. No rent split. She had handed them $24,000 in pure profit.
Her phone buzzed.
Jeremy: Grabbing drinks with Mom. Don’t wait up. Love you!
The sheer audacity made her nauseous. But she wouldn’t cry.
She would get even.
The Setup
For two weeks, Nancy played the doting wife.
At Lorrie’s dinner table, she smiled sweetly.
“I got a big work bonus,” she said. “Maybe we’ll have a down payment soon.”
Jeremy squeezed her hand. “Let’s not rush. Renting is working great for us.”
Lorrie nearly choked on her coffee.
They had no idea what was coming.
The Execution
December 28.
Jeremy kissed her goodbye.
“Love you, babe,” he said.
Nancy smiled. “Oh, and Jeremy?”
He turned.
“You really should’ve married an idiot.”
Before he could react, she slammed the door.
Then she moved. Fast.
She packed everything—clothes, furniture, even the coffee maker. Then, at the bank, she emptied their joint account. Every cent.
With his money, she had already leased a new apartment. January’s rent? Paid in full.
By the time Jeremy got home, the apartment was empty—except for a letter taped to the window.
Dear Jeremy,
Hope you enjoy your apartment.
Since you and your mother had so much fun scamming me, I figured it was time to return the favor.
My new rent? Paid—with your money.
And don’t bother calling. You’re blocked.
Happy New Year, loser.
—Nancy
Then she shut off her phone and drove away.
The Aftermath
A week later, she ran into Lorrie at the store. The woman looked wrecked.
“Nancy, please—Jeremy’s devastated. He’s drinking, losing weight—”
Nancy smirked. “Funny how karma works.”
Lorrie begged. Nancy delivered her final blow.
“Tell your son that unless he repays me—with interest—I’ll be filing fraud charges against you both.”
Three months later, champagne in hand, Nancy signed her divorce papers. Jeremy had agreed to everything.
Her phone buzzed.
Taylor: Saw your ex today. He looks miserable. Lorrie’s selling her place and moving to Florida.
Nancy raised her glass.
Jeremy called 27 times that night. She never answered.
His mother tried too. Blocked.
Friends said Jeremy was ranting that she stole HIS money.
Oh, the irony.
Ladies, trust your gut. And if a man plays you, make damn sure you play him harder.
Some call it cruel.
Nancy calls it justice.