My Husband Sent Me to Deliver Dinner to His Ailing Mother — But While I Was on the Way, My Lawyer Called Urgently, Shouting, ‘Turn Around Immediately!’

“It’s not like that,” Matt stammered, still avoiding my eyes. “Mom just thought it was best—”

“Best?” I cut him off. “Best for who?

You? Her? What about me, Matt?

I built this life with you. I sacrificed for this house. For us.

And you were ready to erase me like I was nothing!”

“Demi, I—”

“Save it,” I snapped, shaking my head. “You don’t deserve my forgiveness, and you certainly don’t deserve me.”

Sarah stepped in and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Demi.

The house isn’t sold yet, and we have all the evidence we need to fight this.”

As I turned to leave, I felt a strange sense of clarity. This wasn’t the end of my life. It was just the end of a bad chapter.

And I was ready to write a better one. The next few months were a blur of paperwork, tears, and laughter. Sarah helped me file for divorce and Matt’s betrayal made it easy to win everything I was owed.

Because Matt’s financial contributions were laughably small, he walked away with stuff like a lamp and a blender. In the aftermath, I grew closer to Sarah, and we became good friends. The real estate agent who saved the day?

She also became our close friend. Six months later, I worked with the same agent to buy a new house. This time, it was only mine, and I didn’t have to share it with a greedy man like Matt.