My husband came with his young mistress and generously gave me just one hour to pack my things and leave his apartment. But he had no idea what I would do next — and very soon both of them deeply regretted what they had done 😱😯
I was calmly washing the dishes in the kitchen. The evening was quiet and ordinary; nothing hinted that trouble was coming. Suddenly the doorbell rang. At that time hardly anyone ever visited me.
I walked to the door, opened it… and for a second I simply froze.
Mark — my ex-husband — was standing on the doorstep. But what surprised me the most was that he had not come alone.
Behind his shoulder stood a young woman. About twenty-five years old, no more. Long blonde hair, bright makeup, and a short yellow dress.
From the shock I didn’t even manage to say anything and simply stepped aside automatically. They walked into the apartment.
— What, are you deaf? — Mark snapped his fingers in front of my face.
I blinked, trying to understand what was happening.
— What?
— You have one hour, — he said coldly. — Pack your things and leave this place.
I didn’t immediately grasp the meaning of his words.
— Sorry… what?
Mark sighed irritably.
— I said pack your things. We need this apartment.
He nodded toward the girl.
— This is Emma. My new girlfriend. Beautiful, right?
The girl smiled slightly and looked at me as if she were evaluating an old piece of furniture.
Mark and I lived together for almost twenty years. We divorced a little over a year ago. Our divorce was calm. Back then he said he was tired of marriage and wanted to start a new life.
To be honest, I was already tired of his constant cheating too.
When we divorced, Mark generously declared that he would leave the apartment to me. At that moment he already had another woman — a wealthy businesswoman he quickly moved in with.
— Take the apartment, — he said then. — We have better housing.
So I continued living here peacefully. Apparently the rich mistress left him, and I have a feeling Emma had something to do with it.
And now he was standing at my door demanding that I leave.
At first I wanted to call the police. But then I decided to see how it would end first.
— Mark, let’s talk calmly, — I said. — After all, we lived together for twenty years.
He smirked.
— There’s nothing to talk about.
And demonstratively wrapped his arm around Emma’s waist.
— Emma, choose a room. There are only two. One has a balcony. I’ll turn the other into my office.
— I want the one with the balcony, — she said, looking around the apartment.
At that moment I realized this circus had to end. And I did something after which the mistress left my apartment in tears, and my husband bitterly regretted his arrogance 😱😯
— Wait a minute, — I said calmly. — Mark, let’s go into the room and talk.
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. We went into the living room.
I closed the door and looked at him calmly.
— This apartment is registered in my name.
He waved his hand dismissively.
— Oh, come on.
— You insisted on that yourself when your business started having problems. Do you remember the notary? The documents? The signatures?
Mark was silent.
I took out a folder with documents and opened it right in front of him.
— Here. The apartment is completely mine.
Several years ago he began having serious problems with his business, and he himself suggested transferring the property into my name so the creditors wouldn’t be able to take anything. At the time he said it was only temporary. Later his business collapsed completely.
He looked at the papers for a long time and then sighed heavily.
And suddenly all his confidence disappeared.
— I was thrown out, — he said quietly.
— By whom?
— Sofia.
Now everything became clear. His rich girlfriend had thrown him out.
— And you decided to come back here? — I asked.
He looked away.
— I simply have nowhere to live.
I calmly closed the folder.
— Mark, you have nothing here. According to the documents, everything belongs to me.
He tried to say something but couldn’t find the words.
— By the way, the car and the country house are also registered in my name. You signed everything yourself when you were trying to save your business.
He slowly sank down onto the sofa.
— Emma doesn’t know… — he said quietly. — She thinks everything in my life is going perfectly.
For a moment I even felt a little sorry for him. But not for long.
— Mark, you made this choice yourself. You destroyed everything we had. Now this is my life and my home.
He stayed silent for a long time, then stood up and walked to the door.
— We’re leaving, — he said shortly to Emma.
— Wait… — she said in confusion. — You said this was your apartment.
Mark didn’t answer. He simply opened the door and walked out.
The girl stood there confused for another second, then hurried after him.
