I walked into our house and found my husband with his ex-wife — what she was doing there sent me into a rage

Imagine coming home after a long day, expecting peace, only to find your husband and his ex-wife in your living room. That’s exactly what happened to me. But Melissa wasn’t just there for a chat. What she was doing was beyond anything I could’ve imagined.

Do you know the feeling when you return home after a day full of meetings and deadlines? All you want is just to take a shower, change into a fresh pair of pajamas, and sink into your cozy bed. It’s just the best feeling ever.

I felt the same when I got home from work two weeks ago. All I wanted was my bed, a cup of hot coffee, and the true-crime documentary I’d been watching. I was set to watch episode 3, but what I saw when I stepped inside made me forget everything.

I opened the door, hung the car keys, and began walking towards my room when something unexpected caught my eye. At first, I really thought I was imagining things because it seemed too odd to be true.

I noticed the couch was gone, the rug was missing, and even the bookshelf had vanished. I checked the hallway and the kitchen, and sure enough, most of the items were missing. The coat closet? Gone. The coffee machine? Gone. The dining table? GONE!

What the heck? I thought. Where’s Roger?

Roger, my husband, usually came home before me, but I couldn’t see him around. Then, I heard his voice, like he was yelling at someone. It was coming from the end of the hallway. From our living room.

I threw my bag on the kitchen island and followed his voice. As I got closer, another voice echoed through the hallway. It was a woman’s voice.

Not ready for what was waiting, I pushed the door open and saw my husband with his ex-wife, Melissa. The woman Roger swore he’d never see again, the one he called “a filthy rich spoiled brat.”

I felt like my heart had jumped up to my throat. Why was Melissa in my house?

“Roger?” I said, interrupting their conversation. “What… What happened to our house?”

“Oh, Liz, you’re here?” Roger asked as if he wasn’t expecting me.

“Yeah, I just got back,” I said. “What’s she doing here?”

“I’ll explain everything,” Roger stuttered. “I’ll fix it, I swear.”

Roger looked desperate for me to stay calm, while Melissa stood there smirking. I almost thought they were having an affair until Melissa’s words sent a wave of pure rage through me.

“No, you won’t,” she snapped at Roger. “Didn’t you tell her that everything you owned is mine?”

“I… I…” Roger stammered, lost for words.

“Well, honey,” she said, turning to me. “All of this furniture… it belongs to me. You see, your husband and I bought it together when we were married, so I’m just taking back what’s mine.”

What the… I thought. What does she think of herself?

She was practically destroying my house and acting like it was no big deal.

I remember staring at her for a few moments, thinking what kind of an evil person would enter their ex’s house and take away most of their furniture.

I wanted to scream, to kick her out, but I couldn’t. Not with Roger just standing there silently and watching as she humiliated me.

“And you’re letting her take everything?” I finally managed to speak, looking straight into Roger’s eyes. “You didn’t even try to stop her? And why didn’t you tell me she was coming? You knew, right?”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he lowered his gaze. He was too ashamed to even look at me.

“Seriously, Roger? That’s it?” I rolled my eyes. “I never thought you’d let your ex walk out with our whole life! This is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” Melissa laughed. “I’m sorry honey, but technically everything in your house belongs to me. Even the bed that you two share. I paid for all this stuff, so I have every right to take it.”

Yeah, right, I thought to myself.

It would be true if I said I’ve never felt this humiliated in my entire life. Can you even imagine what kind of patience it took to stop myself from humiliating Melissa?

I could’ve thrown every embarrassing secret Roger had told me about Melissa right back at her, but I wasn’t about to stoop to her level. I wasn’t going to be petty.

At that point, I wanted to ask why she needed this old, used furniture when she could afford a brand-new bed set, and the latest model of the automatic coffee machine.

She was wealthy, owning one of the most popular businesses in town, and she could easily afford a fully furnished house.

But I knew why she was doing it. It was all about humiliating me. I could see the jealousy in her eyes.

“Fine,” I spat. “Take it. Take everything you own. But don’t you dare contact me or my husband ever again!”

“Sure, honey,” she said, smirking as if she had won the biggest prize of her life.

I watched as she walked toward the main door and called the workers inside to pick up the remaining furniture. Then, I spotted a truck in our backyard, full of the furniture the workers had already moved.

Meanwhile, Roger silently watched the workers tear our house apart. He was helpless, and just as heartbroken as I was.

That’s when I came up with a plan to make Melissa regret her decision.

Right when she stepped outside to look at the truck, I hurried into the kitchen and pulled out a few frozen shrimp from the freezer. Then, I quickly hid them in different places including our side table, the living room chairs, and inside our mattress.

I even stuffed a few of them inside the decorative pillows. I only had to wait for a few days to see the shrimps do their magic.

You see, I knew she wouldn’t keep this furniture in her house. She was probably going to dump it in some storage unit, and I couldn’t wait to see how these little pieces of meat would turn that place into an unbearable stink bomb.

As the workers loaded the last piece of furniture into the truck, Melissa gave one final self-satisfied glance around, ensuring she had destroyed our house in every possible way.

“I hope you’ve taken everything that’s YOURS,” I said, my arms crossed.

She nodded. “Yup, I’m done, honey. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Sure, sorry, I thought.

And with that, Melissa left our house and drove away in her shiny SUV. Meanwhile, Roger sat on the ground with his hands on his head.

“I’m so sorry,” he said as tears trickled down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you. She called me a few days ago and told me she’d come over, but I had no idea she was serious. I never thought she’d do this to us.”

I sighed and sat down next to him.

“It’s alright, babe,” I said, caressing his arms. “I wouldn’t want to live in a house furnished by your ex-wife anyway.”

At that point, I could’ve yelled at Roger, blamed him, and made him feel terrible about the situation, but I knew things weren’t in his control. Besides, that’s exactly what Melissa wanted.

She wanted to see us fight and break apart, and I wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction.

“Instead of apologizing, I want you to buy me new furniture, okay?” I chuckled. “Anything I pick. I want to make this place feel like home again.”

“I’ll do that,” he looked up at me with a smile. “I’ll buy every piece of furniture that you want. I promise.”

I held his hand and squeezed it hard.

“I love you, Roger, and I’ll always be there for you,” I said. “We’ll get through this together.”

As we lay on the bedroom floor that night, I realized that I didn’t need Melissa’s furniture to make my house feel like home. I had Roger, and that was all I needed.

But the story doesn’t end here.

A few days later, while scrolling through Facebook, I stumbled upon a post in one of the local groups. It was from Melissa, and it was clear she was desperate.

HELP NEEDED URGENTLY! Does anyone know how to get rid of a horrible, rotting meat smell in furniture? I recently moved some old furniture into a storage unit, and within days, it started smelling like something died inside.

I’ve tried airing it out, deep cleaning, and even using baking soda, but nothing works! The smell is unbearable, and I can’t even walk into the storage room without gagging. Please, if anyone has tips, I’m losing my mind here!

I couldn’t help but chuckle while reading her frantic post. All her wealth, all her pride, and she was brought down by a few pieces of hidden shrimp.

It was the sweetest revenge. Served cold.

What would you have done if you were in my place?

Michael Douglas’s Son Is a Carbon Copy of His Dad, and Fans Can’t Believe It

Michael Douglas and his sons recently attended a big event in style, and fans couldn’t get over how much they all look alike.

Michael Douglas showed up with strong family support at the 2024 Princess Grace Awards. His sons, Cameron, who is 45, and Dylan, who is 24, joined him at the event.

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Michael Douglas and his sons recently attended a big event together, charming everyone with how much they look alike.

The trio appeared on the red carpet at The Pierre Hotel in New York City on October 23 for the 40th anniversary of the Princess Grace Awards. Michael stood proudly in the middle with his arms around his sons, making for a heartwarming family scene.

Michael wore a classic black suit with a bow tie. On his left, Dylan matched his father’s style with a navy-blue suit and a black bow tie. Cameron, on his right, added a personal touch with a black suit, a stylish striped tie, and bold black-framed glasses.

Later, Michael shared a photo of them on Instagram, showing his appreciation for the award he received. He wrote, “Night out with my two sons @dylan__douglas @cameronmorrelldouglas! Thank you Prince Albert II and @princessgraceus for honoring me with the Prince Rainier III Award last night in NYC.”

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Fans quickly reacted to his post, with many noticing how similar the three of them look. “Sharp-dressed men 👏,” one person commented. Others highlighted the strong resemblance, calling them “Daddy’s copy” and “carbon copies.”

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Many fans pointed out that Michael and Cameron look especially alike. One fan noted, “The one in the glasses looks a lot like Michael.” Others mentioned how Cameron reminded them of Michael in his famous film Falling Down.

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While many saw a strong resemblance between Michael and Cameron, others thought Dylan looked more like his mother, Catherine Zeta-Jones. “Cameron looks like Michael, and Dylan looks like his mom,” one fan commented. Another said, “Dylan is a mix of you and Catherine.”

Michael has a son, Cameron, with his ex-wife Diandra Luker and two children—Dylan and a daughter, Carys, 21—with his wife, actress Catherine Zeta-Jones.

At 80, Michael feels he’s become a better dad as he’s gotten older, though sometimes he’s mistaken for his kids’ grandfather. He once shared a funny story about attending his kid’s college event where someone mistook him for their grandparent. “This is not grandfather’s day, this is parents’ day,” they said, and he had to reply, “I am a parent!”

Michael says his second chance at family life with Catherine has made him more patient and involved. After 25 years of marriage, he feels that raising Dylan and Carys has been “a good ride.” Although he stays active, he admits he’s had to cut back on some activities. “It’s nice having someone look after you and say, ‘You okay, Dad?’”

Michael also deeply appreciates his family life with Catherine, calling these years some of his happiest. He feels grateful for his family and proud of his kids. Dylan has finished college, while Carys is close to completing her studies.

Michael has openly spoken about how his busy career took him away from his eldest son, Cameron, during his early years. This distance affected Cameron deeply, leading to struggles with addiction and even prison time. Michael once admitted in a letter to a judge that his demanding job left little room for family, and he regretted missing out on Cameron’s life.

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Cameron later admitted that he “hated the wreckage” drugs brought to his life, though he felt unable to stop. Watching his son’s struggles, Michael and his ex-wife, Diandra, felt helpless. “I thought I was going to lose him,” Michael recalled.

However, after his release in 2016, Cameron rebuilt his life. Now, he’s a devoted father to his child with his partner, yoga instructor Viviane Thiebes, and he’s reconnected with his acting career. Cameron now feels grateful for the support his family has shown him through it all.

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