My marriage to Logan was filled with imperfections, culminating in his ultimate betrayal when he callously evicted me to make space for his mistress. Years of fertility struggles and self-blame were shattered when I caught him red-handed with another woman at a local pub. Confronting him only unveiled his unrepentant attitude, proudly displaying his unfaithfulness.
The following day, I discovered my belongings unceremoniously dumped on the porch. Logan taunted me, emphasizing his ownership of the house due to his grandfather’s legacy, aiming to strip me of any autonomy—yet his actions proved to be his undoing.
In a twist of fate, Logan’s grandfather unexpectedly appeared, enraged by his grandson’s behavior. Denouncing Logan as a disgrace, he promptly disowned him and transferred the property’s ownership to me, leaving Logan and his paramour with nothing.
The swift hand of karma delivered justice promptly, bestowing the house under my name as a testament to retribution.
