My marriage to Logan was far from perfect, but his betrayal
reached its peak when he kicked me out to make room for his mistress.
After years of struggling to conceive and blaming myself for our problems,
I caught him with another woman at a pub. Confronting him only revealed his
lack of regret—he even flaunted his infidelity. The next morning,
I found my belongings on the porch. Logan smugly reminded me the house belonged
to his grandfather, leaving me powerless—or so he thought. Just then,
Logan’s grandfather arrived. Furious at his grandson’s actions, he declared Logan
a disgrace and cut him off financially. To my surprise, he handed the house over to me,
leaving Logan and his mistress with nothing. Karma works fast,
and in this case, it came with a deed in my name.
