My Husband and His Mistress Kicked Me out of the House — I Thought I Lost Everything until His Grandfather Called

I thought I lost everything when I caught my husband, Brian, with another woman, and he kicked me out. But his grandfather, Richard, had a plan that would teach Brian a lesson.

Brian and I had been married for ten years, with a beautiful home and successful careers. His wealthy grandfather, Richard, had made the family fortune.

Returning early from a business trip, I found Brian in bed with another woman. “Brian! What the hell is going on?” I yelled. He coldly told me to leave, claiming the house was his.

Devastated, I stayed with my friend Karen. Days later, Richard called, offering help. He revealed he owned the house, not Brian. Richard devised a plan: pretend to fund Brian’s renovations but let him take a large loan.

Once the renovations were complete, Richard announced the house now belonged to me. Brian was left with the debt. I moved back, feeling triumphant yet sad. With Richard’s support, I reconnected with old friends and focused on my career, ready for a new beginning.

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