Heartbroken, I made a quiet vow to protect myself and my children. Over the next ten years, I saved every penny, prepared a backup plan, and waited.
Then, karma struck. Two weeks after Alex paid off the mortgage, Diane announced she had signed the house over to his sister. “It’s in my name,” she said, “so it’s mine to give.”
Panic set in for Alex, but I was ready. “The kids and I already have a place,” I told him. While he and Diane schemed, I built a new life for us.
The next day, I filed for divorce. Alex moved in with Diane, while my kids and I started fresh.
“Are you okay, Mom?” Tommy asked as we unpacked.
I smiled. “I’m finally free.”
Karma had come full circle, proving resilience always wins. Losing that house was the best thing that ever happened to me—it gave me the strength to start anew.