Jack smirked. “Once the papers are signed, I’ll divorce her. She’ll never see it coming.”
They underestimated me.
The next morning, I told Jack I’d found a cash buyer for the car. “They need it today,” I said. “Sign this power of attorney so I can handle the paperwork.” Jack, blinded by greed, signed without hesitation.
By noon, I’d sold the car and transferred the funds to an account in my mother’s name. The cabin was next, followed by my essentials—documents, clothes—all packed up. I ensured every sale was legally sound, thanks to that power of attorney.
While Jack was at work, I visited my lawyer and drafted divorce papers. My demands: Jack would vacate my apartment in 30 days, and all shared assets would remain under my control. “Your apartment is solely yours,” my lawyer confirmed.
By the time Jack received the divorce papers, I was gone.
My phone buzzed with frantic messages.
Jack: “What is this? Divorce?!”
Jack: “You’re overreacting. Let’s talk.”
Jack: “CALL ME NOW.”
Linda’s messages were venomous.
Linda: “How dare you?!”
Linda: “Ungrateful brat. You’ll regret this.”
I blocked them both.
Now, I’m sitting in my mom’s kitchen, sipping coffee and browsing listings for a new apartment. My mom smiles proudly. “You did the right thing,” she says.
“They underestimated me,” I reply, smiling.
Their betrayal hurt, but it taught me to never let anyone undermine my worth. Jack and Linda can keep their “family home.” I’m moving forward—freer, stronger, and ready for a brighter future. Karma, it seems, has perfect timing.