I was on my way to the airport, yet another exhausting business trip, but the flight got canceled. The announcement said weather issues and some technical delays. There was no timeline, so instead of rebooking, I decided to return home.
I didn’t tell my husband because we weren’t on great terms lately. It was supposed to be a surprise and a weekend that already felt overdue. In the past weeks, we’d been passing each other like strangers, so I thought spending some time together would help our relationship. But boy, I was so wrong.
The moment I opened the front door, a woman wearing my robe greeted me. “You must be the realtor,” she said.
“What the hell is going on,” I thought to myself. “Am I dreaming?”
But no, that woman standing in front of me couldn’t be any more real.
I tried to play along and see what was going on.
“Yes, I am the realtor,” I said.
As I walked into my own home, my heart started pounding. There was no single photo of Ethan and I. Instead, there was one of him and that woman taken the previous summer, when he claimed there was an emergency at work and he needed to be away for a week.
There were also flowers in a vase I’ve never seen before. Since when did Ethan became so romantic as to buy flowers?
“So, how long have you two been married?” I asked as politely as I could without snapping right there and then.
“Oh, we aren’t married, actually, just engaged,” the woman said.
She then led me towards the bedroom and told me her man was in the shower, apologizing for the timing mix up.
At that moment, Ethan got out of the shower. “Babe, did you…” and then he saw me and froze.
For a moment, his face went pale, then he recovered. “Oh,” he said. “You’re early.”
The woman looked confused. “Honey? You know the realtor?”
I smiled, closing my folder. “Yes. We know each other very well.”
Ethan tried to speak, but I didn’t let him.
“I’m sorry, this is awkward,” the woman said.
“No need,” I said. “These things happen when paperwork overlaps.”
I then started asking questions about the apartment. She explained that it was Ethan’s, but they were in a hurry to sell it so that they could get a bigger house together.
My husband put the apartment on the market without me being aware of it. What more, it was my apartment. The deed was on my name, but he forged my signature on the preliminary documents.
When Ethan returned after taking some time to get dressed, I got up and said, “I’ve seen enough. I’ll be in touch.”
At the door, I turned to the woman who introduced herself as Lily and said, “And one more thing. Can you check the deed? Just to confirm the owner’s name.”
Ethan snapped, “That’s not necessary.”
Lily frowned. “Why not?”
“Because it’s only in my name,” I said. “By the way, I’m Ethan’s wife.”
I left the place before Ethan could say another word.
Within days, my lawyer halted the sale. The forged documents were now evidence and Lily sent me everything, emails, messages, recordings of Ethan promising her a future he didn’t have.
She left him that same week.
Ethan begged, then threatened, and eventually, he went silent.
When his boss learned what he did, he lost his job and was now both jobless and homeless. Probably exactly what he deserved to be.
Lily and I met again. There were no hard feelings. She was simply lied to by the man I believed was my whole world. Luckily, he is now no longer part of my life.
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