“Sweetie, your wife is back! Didn’t you tell her that I live here now?” — I heard the mistress’s voice the moment I walked into the house 😢
She not only felt like the lady of the house in my own home, but she was also trying to push me out. But my husband’s mistress had no idea what I was capable of — and what was about to happen to them very soon 😨😢
“Sweetie, your wife is back! You really didn’t tell her I live here now? It’s no big deal — she can stay in the kid’s room for now. Until the divorce.”
I heard it before I even managed to close the door.
The elevator was moving slowly, and I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Yes, I was no longer a young girl. But I wasn’t a woman you could simply erase and replace with the first one you find. The business trip had been exhausting; I dreamed of a hot shower and hugging my daughter.
Quietly, I unlocked the two locks so as not to wake my husband. The hallway was dim. And the first thing I saw was a pair of unfamiliar shoes. High heels, bright color, bold design. Our nanny doesn’t dress like that.
I was still trying to find a logical explanation when the bedroom door opened.
She came out calmly, like the owner of the place. She was wearing my robe. In her hand was my mug. She looked me up and down and smirked.
If men usually choose someone younger and flashier, my husband apparently decided to take a different path. She was older than me, noticeably heavier, with heavy makeup and a gaze full of confidence.
And yet, she was standing in my home.
“Well, I guess we’ve met,” she said in a sugary voice. “He didn’t have time to warn you? We’re together now. I think it would be more comfortable for you to stay in the kid’s room. Temporarily, of course. Until the divorce.”
At that moment, something clicked inside me.
Not pain. Not tears. Cold.
I walked past her into the kitchen and saw my husband. He was standing there, pale as a wall. No excuses. No words. Just confusion.
She kept talking. About how the man was tired of his “aging wife.” About a new life. About how it was time to step aside.
She thought I would feel ashamed. She had no idea what I was capable of.
I took out my phone. And then something happened that left both of them in complete shock 😨😱
— Hello. Good morning. There is an unauthorized person in my apartment. Illegal entry. The address is as follows.
“Darling, your wife is back! Didn’t you tell her that now I live here?” — I heard the mistress’s voice as soon as I entered the house.
My husband lifted his head sharply.
— What are you doing?
— What I should have done a long time ago.
While the mistress nervously paced the kitchen, officers arrived faster than she could come up with an excuse. I calmly showed the apartment documents. The apartment was purchased by me before the marriage. Everything is officially in my name.
The officer officially demanded that she leave the premises.
Suddenly, she became a different person. Her voice wavered. Confidence vanished. Her heels no longer clicked so proudly.
My husband tried to intervene, but the officer dryly reminded him that strangers have no right to be here without the owner’s consent.
When the door closed behind her, I looked at my husband.
He stood in the middle of the kitchen, lost and angry at the same time.
— If you want, you can temporarily stay in the children’s room, — I said calmly. — But remember one thing: I will make sure you lose everything.
He smirked.
— Are you serious?
“Darling, your wife is back! Didn’t you tell her that now I live here?” — I heard the mistress’s voice again.
— Absolutely. You traded me for a woman who is only fit to be your nanny. If she were younger and prettier, I might have thought the problem was me. But now I see the problem is only your taste.
For the first time that morning, he had no reply.
