After years of trying to save my marriage, I thought catching my husband, Logan, with another woman was rock bottom. But nothing prepared me for how he flaunted his affair and kicked me out of our home—until an unexpected ally showed up to set things right.
Logan and I had been married for five years. Struggling to conceive took a toll on our relationship, and Logan distanced himself, while I blamed myself. One night, my best friend, Lola, convinced me to get out of the house. We went to a jazz club, where I saw Logan with another woman. I confronted him, but he casually told me it was over.
The next day, I came home to find all my things dumped on the lawn. Logan and his mistress, Brenda, watched as I gathered my belongings. But then, Logan’s grandfather, Mr. Duncan, showed up. He had always treated me well, and when he saw the scene, he immediately turned on Logan, cutting him off financially and telling him to leave.
Mr. Duncan then offered to pay for IVF, but instead, he made me the official owner of the house, apologizing for his grandson’s actions. Logan, now penniless and rejected by his family, came crawling back a week later, begging for help. I told him to “lie in the bed he made,” slamming the door on him. It felt good to finally take control of my life after all that betrayal.
