MY HUSBAND BROUGHT HIS PREGNANT MISTRESS HOME AND TOLD ME TO MOVE IN WITH MY MOTHER – MY REVENGE WAS BRUTAL.

My husband brought his pregnant mistress home and told me to move in with my mother. My revenge was brutal. Eight years of marriage shattered in a single moment when Mike, my husband, introduced his pregnant mistress and casually kicked me out of our house. I packed my bags, as he requested, but what I unpacked was a revenge plan so karmic and precise that it left him reeling.

We had been married for eight years—2,922 days, to be exact. Every one of those days, my heart beat for Mike. I thought he loved me as much as I loved him. How wrong I was. That Tuesday evening, I came home from a long day at work, only to find a pregnant woman lounging on our couch, eating chips. At first, I thought I had accidentally walked into the wrong house. But no, there was the familiar hideous floral wallpaper that Mike insisted on keeping, and there was Mike, looking awkward and guilty.

“Hey, Michelle,” he said, as if he were discussing the weather. “We need to talk.” I froze, struggling to process the scene. The pregnant woman smiled awkwardly, resting her hand on her belly like a character auditioning for a soap opera. “This is Jessica,” Mike continued, gesturing toward her. “She’s pregnant. With my child. We’ve decided to be together.” I waited for the punchline, certain this was an elaborate prank. But Mike’s expression was serious, and Jessica’s smile didn’t waver. “Mike,” I said, my voice dripping with disbelief, “what do you mean by ‘just happened’? Did you trip and fall into her—?”

He had the audacity to look offended. “Enough, Michelle! This is serious. I think it’s best if you move out. You can stay with your mom. Jess and I will keep the house.” I blinked, trying to make sense of his words. I half-expected someone to jump out and tell me I’d been pranked. But no one came. It was just my cheating husband and his mistress.

“Alright,” I said calmly, “I’ll pack my things and leave.” Mike looked relieved, probably thinking he’d gotten off easy. Jessica’s grin widened as if she’d won the lottery. Little did they know, the lottery was about to hit them back, and hard. I went upstairs, packed a small bag, and left without another word. As I drove to my mother’s house, the shock began to wear off, replaced by anger. Not just any anger, but the kind that drives you to do something spectacularly petty and incredibly satisfying.

The next day, I put my plan into motion. First stop: the bank. I froze our joint account faster than you could say “cheating scumbag.” Then, I hired a locksmith to change every lock in the house. If they wanted the house, they’d have to work for it. I also called a moving company to pack up everything I owned—essentially everything in the house—and had it sent to storage. I even took the toilet paper.

The pièce de résistance? I ordered a massive billboard to be installed on the front lawn. In bold letters, it read: “Congratulations on leaving me for your pregnant mistress, Mike! I hope the baby doesn’t inherit your cheating ways!” As if that weren’t enough, I sent out invitations to a fake party at the house, inviting everyone from Mike’s family to our neighbors. The invitation read, “Come celebrate Mike’s new life! Surprise party at our house tomorrow at 7 PM!”

The next evening, my phone rang. It was Mike, and he sounded like he was on the verge of a breakdown. “Michelle! What the hell is going on? Why are there people at the house? And what’s with this billboard?” “Oh, that?” I replied innocently. “Just a little housewarming for you and Jessica. Don’t you like it?” “Why can’t I get inside the house?” he shouted. I chuckled. “Oh, didn’t I mention? The house is in my name. I changed the locks. Oops!”

Jessica dumped him shortly after when she realized he was broke and homeless. His family disowned him, disgusted by his actions. Meanwhile, I sold the house for a nice profit, started a new life, and adopted a cat I named Karma. So, here’s the lesson: when life gives you lemons, don’t just make lemonade. Squeeze those lemons into the eyes of those who wronged you and enjoy the show.