pouse, even if the house is in his name. You have legal residency.”

“I don’t want to go back there,” I said firmly. “But I do want what’s mine.”

Denise’s eyes gleamed.

“Then let’s make a list.”

We spent the rest of the morning inventorying everything I had purchased for our home. By lunch, I had a comprehensive list, complete with dates and prices.

“This is impressive,” Denise nodded. “With these receipts, there’s no question what belongs to you.”

“So, I can just… take it all?”

“Legally?

Yes. Though I’d recommend having a police officer present to avoid any claims of breaking and entering.”

I thought about Jason’s smug face. About Mia wearing my robe.

About how they thought they had all the power.

“No,” I said slowly. “I have a better idea.”

That afternoon, I called a moving company. The owner, Mike, was sympathetic to my situation.

“We had a similar case last year,” he told me.

“Wife caught her husband cheating, wanted all her stuff out while he was at work.”

“That’s exactly what I need,” I said. “But with one difference. I want them to be there when it happens.”

I waited for Saturday, knowing my husband and his little girlfriend would both be home.

I told Mike to show up with his crew at noon.

Once Mike and his workers were there, I knocked on the door and my husband opened it.

“Hey, honey,” I said sweetly. “I’m just here to pick up my things.”

Before he could react, my movers pushed past him and started picking up everything that belonged to me.

The washing machine? Unplugged mid-cycle, soaking clothes dumped into a plastic tub.

The oven?

Opened right as a pie was baking. Mine now.

The bed they probably slept in? Stripped down and packed up.

My vanity, my smart TV, the couch they lounged on?

Gone.

And the best part? Mia was straightening her hair when my movers walked in.

I plucked the straightener from her hand and smirked. “Sorry.

This was my gift from my husband. You know, back when he was mine.”

“You can’t just take everything!” Jason barked. “The movers are taking literally everything away!

What the heck is going on?”

I pulled out every single receipt I had kept. “Actually, I can. Because unlike you, I pay for my own things.”

He just stared at me, unable to say anything.

“Oh, and by the way?

You changing the locks while I was still legally living here?” I smirked. “That’s illegal. I could take this to court and really make your life hell.

But honestly? Watching you two stand here, miserable, in your empty house is so much more satisfying.”

Mia screeched something, but I was already walking away as my movers loaded the last of my belongings onto the truck.

As I drove off, I saw them standing there. They looked super humiliated and furious.

Sometimes I wonder if I was too harsh.

But then I remember the note on the door. I remember the casual cruelty of changing locks on someone who loved you. I remember my birthday dinner, cold and forgotten.

And I know I did exactly what needed to be done.

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