KICKING ME OUT—LITTLE DID HE KNOW,

“THE HOUSE THAT WASN’T HIS”

I should have seen it coming.

The late nights. The sudden obsession with his phone. The lingering scent of perfume that wasn’t mine.

But nothing could have prepared me for **this.**

Pulling up to the house—the house I had lived in for **seven years**—and finding all my things scattered across the front lawn like garbage.

And standing there, watching me with a smug grin, was **my husband.**

Next to him? **Her.**

The mistress.

I clenched my fists as he stepped forward, arms crossed, looking at me like I was nothing.

**HUSBAND:** “I don’t think I need to remind you, but this house belongs to my grandfather, and you have no claim to it. You’re out. Get your stuff and leave. Now.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming.

The day before, I caught him cheating. He didn’t even deny it. **Now he was kicking me out?**

Fine. I wasn’t about to **beg.**

I kept my face blank as I picked up my things, loading them into my car one by one. I could feel their eyes on me, probably waiting for me to break down, to scream, to plead.

But I didn’t.

Then, just as I was grabbing the last box, **a black SUV pulled up.**

My husband’s smirk **vanished.**

The doors swung open, and out stepped **his grandfather.**

The **real** owner of this house.

**GRANDFATHER:** *“So… care to explain what’s going on here?”*

My husband stammered, shifting on his feet. “Uh—Grandpa, I—”

His grandfather cut him off with a sharp wave of his hand.

**GRANDFATHER:** *“No, no. I’d rather hear it from her.”* He looked at me. “What’s happening here, dear?”

And that was my cue.

I turned, lifting my chin.

**ME:** “Your grandson is kicking me out of the house you own so he can move his mistress in.”

A heavy silence fell over the yard.

His grandfather’s face turned red. His jaw clenched so tight I swore I heard his teeth grind. Then, he turned to my husband and spoke in the calmest, deadliest voice I’d ever heard.

**GRANDFATHER:** *“You absolute disgrace.”*

My husband opened his mouth, but his grandfather held up a hand.

**GRANDFATHER:** *“You don’t own this house. You never did. And as of right now? You never will.”*

He pulled an envelope from his coat pocket, waved it in the air.

**GRANDFATHER:** *“I was going to wait until my passing to change my will, but I see no reason to wait anymore. This house? It’s no longer in your name.”*

My husband **froze.**

His mistress took a step back.

I folded my arms, barely suppressing my smile.

**GRANDFATHER:** *“Pack your things. Both of you. You’re the ones who are out.”*

I turned to my husband, **finally allowing myself to smirk.**

**ME:** “Guess you should’ve been nicer to the real homeowner.”

An hour later?

My husband and his mistress were **the ones on the lawn.**

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