Woman Tires of Admirer Who Joins Her Jog Every Morning but Desperately Searches for Him When He Doesn’t Show Up — Story of the Day

Rebecca coped with her depression by organizing her life so there’d be no time for it. She’d been doing that for years since the divorce. Until one persistent stranger decided to interfere with her strict, lonely routine. Little did Rebecca know, he’d become the one person she’d end up missing.

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In the dim light of her bedroom, Rebecca lay on her back, her gaze locked on the digital clock beside her bed.

The numbers read 6:29. She took a steady breath, waiting for the clock to change.

As soon as it clicked to 6:30, the alarm went off, but Rebecca was quick to silence it.

She sat up, threw the covers aside, and rose from the bed with practiced precision.

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First things first—Rebecca smoothed out her sheets, arranging every corner until the bed looked crisp and perfectly made.

She walked into the bathroom, where everything had its place.

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Her toothbrush rested neatly in a holder, the soap was placed just so in a dish, and a small mirror hung over the sink.

Rebecca took a moment to look at her own reflection, her expression calm but distant.

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She was forty-seven, with lines of experience and resilience etched onto her face.

Seven years had passed since her divorce, and though the pain had dulled, it had left behind a scar.

Her response to the heartache had been order, discipline, and strict routine. These things brought her a sense of control, something solid to hold onto when life felt chaotic.

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At exactly seven o’clock, Rebecca laced up her running shoes, plugged in her headphones, and stepped outside, ready for her morning jog.

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For years, these runs had been her escape, a time to strengthen her body while listening to audiobooks that exercised her mind.

It was her shield against sadness, each step a way to push forward.

But for the past month, something had started to disrupt her carefully designed routine—a neighbor named Charlie, who seemed determined to break through her guarded solitude, one cheerful “good morning” at a time.

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Charlie’s house was right across the street, and every morning, just as Rebecca fell into her steady pace, he would come bounding out, waving his arms like an enthusiastic kid, barely managing to keep his sneakers on.

This morning was no different. Rebecca spotted him out of the corner of her eye as he hopped down his steps, shoving his shoelaces into his sneakers in a hurry to catch up.

She sighed, rolling her eyes and speeding up, hoping he’d get the hint this time. But, as always, Charlie wouldn’t be discouraged so easily.

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“Rebecca! Wait, it’s me!” he called, his voice cheerful as he jogged over, waving with one hand and holding his side with the other.

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Rebecca pretended not to hear him and kept her eyes straight ahead, her footsteps rhythmic and focused.

But Charlie was determined, and soon he was jogging alongside her, albeit slightly out of breath.

“You’re fast… as always,” he managed between pants, giving her a crooked smile as he tried to match her pace.

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Rebecca pulled out one of her earbuds and glanced at him, feigning surprise. “Oh, hi, didn’t see you there,” she replied, with just a hint of annoyance.

She had her whole morning planned out, and chatting with her neighbor hadn’t been on the agenda.

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“No problem, totally my fault for being late,” Charlie said, his breath still coming in gasps.

Rebecca could see he was trying hard to keep up, yet he looked pleased just to be running alongside her.

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She gave a small, dismissive nod and was about to put her earbud back in when Charlie chimed in again.

“Hey, want to hear a joke?” he asked eagerly, his voice carrying that unbreakable enthusiasm she found both irritating and oddly endearing.

“You’d save more breath if you talked less while running…” she muttered, but he ignored her suggestion.

“Why did the scarecrow get a promotion?” he asked, grinning.

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Rebecca sighed. She knew better than to indulge him, but she couldn’t help herself.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“Because he was outstanding in his field!” Charlie delivered the punchline with a broad, triumphant grin, his eyes bright with expectation.

Rebecca paused, rolling the joke over in her mind, and against her better judgment, a chuckle escaped her lips.

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She quickly tried to stifle it, but it was too late. Charlie had seen her reaction, and his face lit up with delight.

“See? You smiled! I’m getting better at this,” he noted with satisfaction, practically glowing at his small victory.

Rebecca shook her head, but her smile lingered, however brief.

“I’ll give it to you, that one wasn’t… too bad,” she conceded, still pretending to be unimpressed.

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Charlie threw a fist in the air, grinning as if he’d won a prize.

“Finally! Progress!” he cheered, laughing.

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Rebecca picked up her pace again, leaving Charlie struggling to keep up.

Each morning, Rebecca found herself looking forward to the sight of Charlie bounding out of his house with his untied sneakers and his cheerful grin.

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His silly jokes that once made her roll her eyes had grown on her, and she found herself smiling more often, even laughing aloud, which was something she hadn’t done in a long time.

More surprising to her, she had started to slow her pace—just a bit—so they could talk longer.

Charlie’s enthusiasm and light-heartedness had a way of softening the strict walls Rebecca had built around herself.

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He had even managed to slip past her strict routine, something she thought no one could do.

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As she laced up her shoes and looked out the window, Rebecca found herself glancing at his house, as she had started doing most mornings. Today, though, something felt different.

The door to his house was shut tight, and there was no sign of him.

She checked her watch and waited, telling herself not to worry. But after a few more minutes passed, doubt crept in.

This wasn’t like Charlie—he was always so excited to join her.

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She hesitated, feeling a strange mix of concern and disappointment, but finally, she walked over to his house and knocked on the door.

She tapped her foot as she waited, glancing around and hoping he’d just forgotten to wake up. But there was no answer.

She rang the doorbell again, then leaned close to the window, peeking inside, but the rooms were still and quiet.

“Charlie! Are you there?” she called, trying to keep her voice steady. “Come on, you’re missing our jog!”

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She hoped he’d suddenly appear, laughing and apologizing for being late. But all she heard was silence.

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Just then, an elderly voice spoke from nearby.

“Who’s shouting out here?” Startled, Rebecca turned to see Mrs. Lewis, an elderly woman who lived next door to Charlie, watching her with curiosity.

“Oh, Mrs. Lewis,” Rebecca said, feeling embarrassed for the outburst.

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“I usually run with Charlie, but he didn’t show up today. Maybe he overslept,” she added, her voice quieter, almost as if she were speaking to herself.

She felt a pang of worry, wondering if maybe he simply didn’t want to run with her anymore.

Mrs. Lewis shook her head, looking concerned.

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“Overslept? Oh no, dear. He was taken to the hospital by ambulance last night.”

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Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat.

“The hospital? What happened to him?”

Mrs. Lewis sighed, clearly upset herself.

“I’m not sure. I only saw the ambulance pull up and take him away. It’s such a shame. Poor man lives alone with no one to watch over him.”

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Rebecca stood there, processing the news, a wave of guilt and worry washing over her.

She had only known Charlie for a short while, but in that time, he had somehow become a part of her life, someone she looked forward to seeing.

Without a second thought, Rebecca thanked Mrs. Lewis, turned around, and headed back home to grab her purse and keys. There was only one hospital nearby, and she needed to find him.

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Rebecca felt her heart racing as she walked through the bustling halls of the hospital, the antiseptic smell filling her nose and making her even more anxious. She took a steadying breath as she approached the reception desk, hoping to sound calm.

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“Good morning,” she said, her voice just a bit shaky. “I’m looking for a patient who was admitted last night. His name is Charlie.”

The receptionist raised an eyebrow, looking over her glasses. “Do you have a last name, ma’am?”

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Rebecca felt herself blush. “No, sorry… I only know him as Charlie. We just… met recently,” she admitted, realizing how strange it must sound.

The receptionist gave her a slightly skeptical look. “You do know that only family or close relatives are typically allowed to visit patients, right?”

“I… I’m his girlfriend,” she blurted, surprising even herself.

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The receptionist’s eyes softened as a small smile crept onto her face. “Girlfriend, huh?” She tapped a few keys on her computer, a slight twinkle in her eyes.

“You might as well learn his last name, then. You’ll need it if he’s going to be around,” she said with a wink.

“Charlie Sanders. Room 113. I’ll take you there.”

Rebecca felt her heart flip as she whispered a quick “thank you” and followed the receptionist down the hall.

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Before they even reached the room, she could hear Charlie’s familiar laughter, his voice carrying through the doorway as he shared a joke with someone in the room.

The receptionist rapped gently on the wall to announce Rebecca’s arrival.

“Charlie, there’s a lady here to see you… she says she’s your girlfriend,” she added, a hint of playfulness in her voice as she glanced at Rebecca.

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Charlie’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw her. “Yes, yes! Rebecca, come on in. Of course, she’s here for me,” he said with a grin, gesturing for her to come closer.

Rebecca felt a rush of relief as she walked over to sit beside him.

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Charlie looked tired but cheerful, as if the hospital gown and the IV were just minor inconveniences in his day.

She glanced at him, both relieved and exasperated. “Girlfriend, huh?” Charlie teased, raising his eyebrows playfully.

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Rebecca gave him a mock-scowl. “I had to say something to get in here, didn’t I? And you missed our jog this morning! What happened?” she asked, a touch of concern creeping into her voice.

Charlie sighed, shifting slightly in the bed.

“Well… it’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but those jogs? Not exactly great for my health.”

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Rebecca’s face fell. “What do you mean?”

He glanced down, looking a little sheepish.

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“I have a heart condition. Doctor’s orders are to avoid anything too intense… like trying to keep up with you,” he admitted with a wry smile.

Her heart sank, and she shook her head in disbelief.

“Charlie, why didn’t you tell me? You shouldn’t have been running at all!”

Charlie gave a small, lopsided smile.

“Well… if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have seen you. I wouldn’t have gotten to know you.”

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Rebecca felt her face soften, a mix of surprise and affection warming her heart.

“So you were willing to risk your health just to talk to me?” she asked quietly, looking him in the eye.

He nodded, his expression turning serious.

“Yes,” he said simply.

“I’ve watched you every morning, jogging at the same time, like clockwork. I’ve seen you give things to charity, help the neighbors. You’re… you’re someone special, Rebecca.”

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Rebecca felt a lump form in her throat, his words striking her in a way she hadn’t expected.

She reached over and took his hand, squeezing it gently.

“Charlie,” she said, her voice soft, “you don’t need to run to spend time with me. How about dinner at my place instead?”

Charlie’s face broke into a warm smile.

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“Now that sounds a lot safer for my heart,” he replied, his eyes shining. “I think the doctor would definitely approve.”

Rebecca chuckled, feeling the tension in her chest ease as they shared a smile.

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“I hope so,” she murmured, looking forward to an evening that didn’t involve heart-stopping runs but instead a quiet meal with someone who, in a short time, had become surprisingly important to her.

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My Husband Gave His Mother All Our Savings Without Asking Me — So I Taught Him a Lesson He’d Never Forget

When I got a notification that nearly all our savings had been drained from our joint account, I assumed it was a hack or a mistake. It wasn’t. My husband, Mark, had done the unthinkable, and what I did next ensured he’d never forget it.

There’s a saying that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he treats his mother.

In Mark’s case, I learned that sometimes, a man can treat his mother too well. For years, I let it slide, but this time, he crossed a line so bold it couldn’t be ignored.

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To be honest, Mark wasn’t a bad man.

He was a decent father, a loyal husband, and a diligent worker. But there was one glaring flaw in his otherwise steady demeanor. His mother, Melissa.

At 71, she wielded an influence over him that defied logic.

If Melissa wanted something, Mark would find a way to make it happen, no matter how ridiculous or inconvenient it might be.

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A man standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

One time, she decided she needed a new car, and Mark co-signed a loan we could barely afford.

Another time, she convinced him to buy her a state-of-the-art recliner because “her back couldn’t take the old one anymore.”

These decisions, while irritating, never truly jeopardized our marriage.

But this time was different.

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A woman looking outside a window | Source: Midjourney

That day began like any other.

I was at work, finishing up my shift, when my phone buzzed with a text. It was a notification from the bank stating that nearly all the money in our joint savings account had been withdrawn.

My stomach dropped.

At first, I thought it had to be a fraud. My mind raced through every worst-case scenario. Was our account hacked? Had someone stolen our details?

I immediately called the bank officer who managed our savings account to report the issue.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

“Jessica, the withdrawal was processed in person,” he said, his voice calm and professional.

“In person?” I asked, my pulse quickening.

“Yes, ma’am. Your husband came in earlier today to transfer the funds to another account. Was that not authorized?”

“Oh, right,” I said, pretending I knew about it. “I must’ve forgotten. Thank you.”

My hands trembled as I hung up.

Why would Mark empty our savings account? What emergency could possibly justify taking nearly everything we had worked so hard to save? And that too behind my back?

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A person counting money | Source: Pexels

I debated calling him immediately but decided against it. This was a conversation that needed to happen face-to-face.

When Mark walked through the door that evening, I could feel something was off. He had that nervous energy about him like a child trying to avoid eye contact with a teacher after breaking a rule.

“How was your day?” I asked, my voice calm despite the storm brewing inside me.

“Fine, fine,” he replied, setting his keys on the counter without looking up.

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Keys on a table | Source: Pexels

“Great,” I said. “So, maybe you can tell me why you emptied our joint savings account without so much as a word?”

He froze mid-step, his back to me. Then he slowly turned but hesitated to make eye contact.

“Oh. That.”

“Yes, that, Mark,” I said as my voice trembled.

“Look, honey,” he started, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s for the family. For the long term.”

“What. Did. You. Do?” I demanded.

And that’s when he said it. His tone was so casual, you’d think he was talking about picking up milk from the store.

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A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

“I gave the money to my mother because she needed it to buy a country house. It’s an investment, really. She said it’ll be ours when she passes, and until then, she’ll rent it out for income. She needed it more than us right now.”

For a moment, I didn’t react. I just stood there as I tried to process what he’d just said.

“You what?” My voice came out in a low whisper, though it sounded like it was coming from a million miles away.

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A woman confronting her husband | Source: Midjourney

Mark shifted on his feet, as if he were trying to downplay the gravity of what he’d just admitted.

“It’s not a big deal, Jess,” he said. “She’s family. And you know, the house will eventually be ours anyway. It’s like an early inheritance.”

“An early inheritance?” I repeated. “Are you serious?”

“Yes!” He gestured with his hands like he was explaining something to a child. “She’s going to rent it out, and the income will help her cover expenses. And when the time comes…”

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A man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“When the time comes?” I interrupted, slamming my hands down on the kitchen counter. “Mark, that was our money! Money we worked for, saved for, and planned to use for emergencies. For us. Not for your mother to play landlord with!”

“It’s not like we needed it right now,” he muttered, avoiding my eyes.

“Not like we needed it right now?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Mark, you didn’t even ask me! You emptied our savings account, our life savings, without so much as a conversation. Do you have any idea how betrayed I feel right now?”

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A woman standing in her kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“It’s not like I was trying to hurt you, Jess,” he said. “I thought you’d understand.”

“Understand?” I laughed. “You think I’d understand you giving away all our money to your mother? For a house? Without even consulting me?”

Mark sighed, rubbing his temples like he was the one who had to deal with the problem. “Look, I know it seems bad now, but in the long run, this is a good thing for the family. She’s family, Jess. She needed help.”

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A worried man standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“And what about this family, Mark?” I shot back, motioning between the two of us. “What about the future we’re supposed to be building together? Do I not matter in your plans for the ‘long run’?”

“It’s not like that,” he began. “I just didn’t want to burden you with the decision. I thought…”

“You thought wrong,” I cut him off.

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An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

I stared at him as my eyes searched for some hint of remorse. Some sign that he realized just how much damage he’d done.

But all I saw was a man who thought he’d done the right thing, even if it meant betraying his partner.

That’s when I knew.

If Mark couldn’t see the problem here, I would have to make him see it. And I would have to do it in a way he’d never forget.

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A man in his house | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I woke up with a clear head and a sharper resolve than I’d felt in years. Mark had crossed a line, and if he thought a half-hearted apology and some empty promises would fix this, he had another thing coming.

I started by gathering information.

You see, revenge isn’t about anger. It’s about strategy. And my strategy required precision.

First, I paid a visit to the county records office.

It didn’t take long to find what I was looking for. I was there for Melissa’s new country house, purchased outright with our hard-earned savings.

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A close-up shot of a woman’s face | Source: Midjourney

That was the first time I saw the property. It was a small but picturesque house with a neatly fenced yard. I made a copy of every document I could find and left without a shred of guilt.

Next, I scheduled a meeting with the bank manager.

It turns out that Mark had made one critical oversight: while he’d emptied the bulk of our savings, he hadn’t closed the account entirely. There were still a few hundred dollars left, and more importantly, my name was still attached to the account.

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A woman counting money | Source: Pexels

Legally, I had just as much claim to the funds and the assets they’d been used to purchase, as he did.

With the bank’s information in hand, I moved on to the next phase of my plan.

I hired a lawyer, but it wasn’t just any lawyer. It was the best one in town.

A sharp, no-nonsense woman named Linda who had a reputation for leaving no stone unturned.

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“Let me get this straight,” Linda said during our first meeting. “Your husband used joint funds to buy a house for his mother, without your knowledge or consent?”

“That’s right,” I replied.

Linda’s eyes gleamed. “Well, that’s a textbook breach of fiduciary duty in a marriage. We can work with this.”

Over the next few weeks, Linda and I built our case.

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A lawyer going through documents | Source: Pexels

In states that follow equitable distribution laws, any asset purchased during a marriage, even if it’s in someone else’s name, can be considered marital property if joint funds were used.

Mark had no idea that his “investment” had essentially tied Melissa’s precious house to our divorce proceedings.

While I worked quietly behind the scenes, Mark went about his days as though nothing had happened. I guess he believed the storm had passed, and I let him think that.

Two months later, everything was ready. The court proceedings had been tense, to say the least.

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A judge signing documents | Source: Pexels

Mark had been served with the divorce papers and had hired his own lawyer, who tried to argue that the house was solely his mother’s property. But the evidence was undeniable. Our joint funds had been used to purchase the house, and as such, it was considered marital property.

The judge ultimately ruled that Mark’s actions had breached his responsibilities as a spouse by unilaterally using our savings without my consent.

As part of the divorce settlement, I was granted half ownership of the property.

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A woman standing outside a house | Source: Midjourney

Mark’s reaction in court was explosive. As the judge ruled in my favor, he slammed his hands on the table, his face red with rage.

“This is ridiculous!” he shouted, glaring at me like I’d betrayed him. His lawyer tried to calm him, but Mark’s fury only grew.

“You’re destroying this family, Jessica!” he spat as we left the courtroom.

“Oh no, Mark,” I said coolly. “You did that all on your own.”

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A woman standing in a court | Source: Midjourney

A few weeks later, I drove out to the country house while Melissa was out of town.

Over there, I met Steve, the man who wanted to purchase my half of the house. We finalized the deal right there, while Melissa and Mark had no idea what I was up to.

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A man signing papers | Source: Pexels

A week later, Melissa returned and found Steve’s pickup truck parked in the driveway, three dogs lounging in the yard, and a bonfire pit smoldering in the back.

She called me, screaming, “What have you done?”

“I sold my half, Melissa,” I said calmly. “It’s not my problem anymore.”

Mark called next, ranting about “family betrayal,” but I hung up mid-sentence.

Now divorced, I’ve never felt freer. My revenge was complete, and for once, the cost was all theirs to bear.

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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