Eight years of marriage shattered in one quick breath when my husband Mike brought home his pregnant sidekick and KICKED ME OUT of the house. I packed alright, but what I unpacked was a revenge plot so brilliant and karmic!
Eight years. Approximately 2,922 days. Around 70,128 hours. Every single second, my heart kept harping on just one name — MIKE, my husband. I thought he loved me with the same intensity. Oh, how wrong I was! I’m Michelle, a faithful wife who loved her husband like crazy, until that fateful evening when my world turned upside down and inside out…
It was a Tuesday evening when my life decided to go off the rails. I walked into our living room, tired from a long day at work, only to find a heavily pregnant woman sitting on our couch, eating chips.
At first, I thought maybe I’d accidentally wandered into the wrong house.
