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But because of the storm, my flight was canceled. I went home without informing him because I wanted to surprise him. I even brought his favorite watch as a gift.
When I arrived in front of our house in Ayala Alabang, I noticed the living room lights were on.
As soon as I walked through the door, I was stunned.
A woman was standing on the staircase. She was beautiful, fair-skinned, and sexy.
What shocked me even more? She was wearing my favorite silk robe—the robe my mother gave me.
We locked eyes. I expected her to scream. I expected her to panic.
But she smiled.
“Oh, hi!” the woman greeted. “You’re early. Are you the Real Estate Agent we’re waiting for? Ms. Reyes?”
I froze. Real Estate Agent?
Why was someone waiting for an agent in my house? And why was this woman—clearly comfortable in my home—asking me that?
My mind worked fast. If I caused a scene now, they might escape before I learned the whole plan.
So I smiled back. I quietly set my suitcase by the door.
“Yes,” I lied. “That’s me. Ms. Reyes at your service. Sorry for arriving early.”
“Great!” the woman said, smoothing my silk robe. “By the way, I’m Lexi. This house is beautiful, right? My boyfriend said he’s selling it cheap because it’s a rush sale. He wants to let go of the bad memories here with his crazy ex-wife.”
My blood boiled.
Crazy ex-wife? We’re married! And bad memories?!
“Really?” I replied, forcing my voice not to shake. “A rush sale, huh? And where is your… boyfriend?”
“He’s still in the shower. Dave will be out in a bit. While we’re waiting, can you tour me around the kitchen? I want to see if the space is big.”
“Sure, Ma’am Lexi,” I answered.
I accompanied her to the kitchen—the kitchen I personally designed and paid for.
“You know,” I said while pointing at the countertop, “the owner you call the ‘crazy ex-wife’ was the one who bought that marble from Italy. It’s expensive. What a shame if your boyfriend sells this house cheap.”
“Please,” Lexi scoffed. “Dave said she had no taste. Dave prefers modern. When we buy this place, I’m tearing this kitchen down.”
It hurt. But I held myself together.
We continued to the master bedroom.
I saw my belongings packed inside balikbayan boxes at the side. So Dave had already started throwing my things out while I was away!
“So,” Lexi said, sitting on our bed, “what’s really the last price? Dave said maybe 15 million. I’ll buy it in cash.”
15 million? This house is worth 40 million! Dave was willing to sell it at a loss just to get quick money and run off with this woman?!
Finally, the bathroom door opened.
Dave stepped out, wearing only a towel. His hair was still wet.
“Babe,” Dave called to Lexi. “Is the agent here? Tell her, 15 million, take it or leave it. We need to leave before the—”
He stopped.
He saw me. Standing at the foot of the bed beside Lexi.
His face went pale. His jaw dropped. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“C-Claire?!” Dave stammered.
Lexi frowned, looking at me and then at Dave.
“Claire? Who’s Claire? Isn’t she Ms. Reyes? The agent?”
I slowly stepped closer to Dave.
“Hi, honey,” I said with a smile. “My flight got canceled. Surprise.”
I turned to Lexi.
“Ms. Lexi,” I said calmly, “to answer your question… I’m not Ms. Reyes. I’m Claire. His wife. And the ‘crazy ex-wife’ you were talking about.”
Lexi jumped to her feet in shock. “W-What?! Dave said you were separated! And that this house belongs to him!”
“Well,” I said, glancing at Dave who was trembling in fear, “Dave is a liar.”
I opened my bag and took out the land title. It’s usually kept in the safe, but I had taken it before leaving because I planned to have the house appraised for insurance.
“And for your information, Lexi,” I explained, “Dave cannot sell this house.”
“Why?” Lexi asked.
“Because I bought it before we got married. This is my paraphernal property. It’s in my name. He’s just living here.”
I looked at Dave.
“Since you’re looking for an agent to sell this house…”
I picked up my suitcase and opened the bedroom door.
“You are EVICTED. Get out.”
“C-Claire! Let me explain!” Dave begged, clutching his towel. “It’s nothing! I was just manipulated!”
“And you, Lexi,” I said firmly. “Take off my robe. Now.”
Red-faced with embarrassment and fear, Lexi quickly removed the robe, grabbed her clothes, and ran out of the house, leaving Dave standing there stunned.
“Claire… I’m your husband…” Dave cried.
“You were,” I replied. “Now? You’re just a trespasser.”
I called subdivision security.
Within ten minutes, Dave was escorted out of the gate—no house, no money, and no mistress.
And me?
I burned the robe in the garden while sipping wine.
The Open House was closed.
And the House Cleaning was complete.
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