Eight years of marriage ended in an instant when my husband Mike brought home his pregnant mistress, Jessica, and kicked me out. I packed up, but I also packed a brilliant, karmic revenge plan.
I walked into our living room after a long day at work, only to find Jessica sitting on our couch, pregnant and munching on chips. Mike casually introduced her, revealing they were having a baby and that they’d be together. In shock, I calmly agreed to leave, letting them think they’d won.
But as I drove to my mom’s, rage replaced shock, and a plan started to form. The next day, I marched to the bank and froze our joint account, feeling a strange satisfaction as I saw the bank manager’s reaction. This was just the beginning of my revenge.
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