My Wife Left Me with Nothing and Ran off to Her Lover – Karma Caught up with Her Just a Month Later
“About what?”
She inhaled sharply.
“About the house.”
I closed my eyes. Of course.
“What about it?”
There was a long silence before she spoke again. “Things didn’t work out the way I thought they would.”
I almost laughed, but I held it in. “That’s vague.”
“The investment failed,” she admitted. “We lost everything.”
We.
I could picture him standing nearby, listening.
“They’re going to take the house, Tyler,” she continued, her voice breaking. “The kids’ house.”
You mean the house you pushed us out of, I thought.
“I know,” I said quietly.
There was a pause. “You know?”
“I got a call.”
There was silence again, heavier this time.
“Tyler,” she whispered, and for the first time in months, I heard something real in her voice.
Fear.
“I need your help.”
I leaned back in my chair, looking at Emma and Noah on the living room floor, building a tower out of plastic blocks. They were laughing. Safe. Unaware.
“Help with what?” I asked.
“If you contest it… if you work with them… maybe we can keep the house.”
We.
That word again.
“And what about your partner?” I asked.
Her tone hardened slightly. “He’s not in the picture anymore.”
I let that settle between us.
“What happened?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.
“He left. As soon as the money disappeared.”
Of course he did.
I thought about the nights she came home late. The way she guarded her phone. The way she looked at me like I was the problem.
“You moved him into our home,” I said quietly. “Around our kids.”
She did not respond.
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