😯 I had prepared a surprise for my husband’s birthday, but he showed up with his mistress. So, I took from him what he loved the most.
For five years, I believed our marriage was strong. Not perfect, of course, but built on love and mutual respect. Lately, however, we had grown distant. So I decided to do everything I could to rekindle the flame: I planned a surprise for his birthday.
For six weeks, I organized this party down to the smallest detail. I invited all his friends—everything was ready.
He arrived, but not alone. He was holding the hand of a woman I didn’t know: young, tall, slim, impeccably dressed, like someone out of a fashion magazine.
He smiled at me and then said:
“First of all, thank you to my wife for this wonderful party. But I have an announcement to make. We’re getting a divorce, and this is my fiancée, Beverly.”
It felt like the ground was crumbling beneath my feet. Divorce? Fiancée? Those words hit like thunder.
I felt humiliated and shattered. My throat tightened, but I refused to cry—I wouldn’t give them that show.
So, I decided to take from him what he loved the most, and here’s what I did.
The rest of the story is in the first comment below 👇👇👇.
I decided to fight back.
I hired a fierce attorney who specializes in divorce cases.
I took the matter to court.
We discovered that my husband wasn’t just having an affair—he was also trying to transfer our shared savings into a separate account.
In the end, I was awarded the house, alimony, and even the car—a restored 1967 Mustang.
He had spent three years working on that car, and it was his most prized possession.
He thought that car was his greatest pride—now, it’s mine.
