When I found myself locked out of my house, I knew my marriage was over. But what my cheating husband didn’t know was that I was about to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
“Jason, it’s almost nine o’clock. You promised you’d be home at six.” I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice as my husband dropped his keys on the counter, not even looking at me.
“Work was crazy, Alice. What do you want me to do? Tell my boss I have to leave early?” Jason loosened his tie, walking past the table where I’d prepared a small birthday dinner for myself. Two candles stood next to a cake I’d picked up during my lunch break.
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“Yes, actually,” I said, crossing my arms. “That’s exactly what you could have done. Just once. Especially after your promise. It’s my birthday, Jason.”
He finally looked at the table and realized what he had done. “Oh, no. I forgot.”
“It’s clear.”
“Come on, don’t be like that.” Jason ran his hand through his hair. “I work hard for us, you know that.”
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I let out a fake laugh.
“For us?” I repeated. “You’re never here, Jason. We hardly ever talk anymore. When was the last time we had dinner together? Or watched a movie? Or did anything as a couple?”
“It’s not fair. I’m building my career so we can have a good future.”
“What future? We live separate lives in the same house.” I felt the tears, but I refused to let them fall. “I make more money than you anyway, so let’s not pretend this is about supporting ourselves.”
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Jason’s face hardened. “Of course you throw that in my face. God forbid I try to catch up with my successful wife.”
“That’s not what I…”
“Forget it. I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” He walked off, leaving me alone next to my sad little birthday party.
I blew out the candles and promised myself things would get better.
He was my husband. I loved him. Marriage has its rough patches, doesn’t it? Everyone says so.
Little did I know I would regret forgiving him so easily.
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Jason and I had been married for three years, but over the past year, we’d felt like we were slowly and painfully drifting apart. We didn’t have children (thankfully, considering what was coming up), and my job as a marketing director provided the bulk of our household income.
Meanwhile, Jason was working in sales and constantly complaining about the pressure, the hours, the commute… everything except what I later realized was the truth.
Three weeks after my ruined birthday, I came home early from work with a splitting headache. All I wanted was to collapse into bed with painkillers and silence.
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As I pulled into our driveway, I noticed something was wrong with our front door. As I approached, I realized the brass handle and lock had been replaced with a more elegant silver lock.
“That’s weird,” I mumbled.
When I put my key in the lock, it didn’t go in.
I tried again, wiggling it, but it clearly wasn’t the right size for this new lock. Confused, I checked that I was in the right house.
Of course it was. It was my home.
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That’s when I noticed the note taped to the door, written in Jason’s familiar scrawl.
This isn’t your home anymore. Find another place to stay.
I felt the ground give way beneath my feet.
“What’s going on?” I asked myself.
Then I knocked on the door, shouting Jason’s name. Finally, the door opened, revealing my husband.
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And behind him was a woman wrapped in my dressing gown.
“You’re not serious,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“Listen,” he smiled, arms crossed. “I’ve moved on. Mia and I are together now, and we need our space. You can move somewhere else.”
Mia. The same coworker he’d sworn was “just a friend.” And then she moved closer, putting her hands on her hips.
“I’ve put your things in boxes,” she said. “You can go get them from the garage.”
I looked at them for a moment, then turned around and went back to my car.
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Jason thought he could kick me out and get away with it, but I knew I couldn’t let that happen. And for that, I needed a plan. A solid plan.
I knew exactly where to go for this.
***
“Alice? Oh my God.” My sister Paula opened her door, took one look at my tear-stained face, and pulled me inside. “What happened?”
I collapsed on his couch, the whole story spilling out between sobs.
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“That absolute scum,” Paula hissed when I finished. “And that person, Mia, was wearing your bathrobe?”
“My birthday present from Mom,” I said, dabbing my eyes. “The cashmere one.”
Paula disappeared into her kitchen and came back with two glasses of wine.
“Drink,” she ordered. “Then we’ll think about what to do.”
“What can I do? The house is in his name.” I took a long sip. “The mortgage was approved based on his credit report since mine was still recovering from college.”
Paula’s eyes narrowed. “But who made the payments?”
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“We both did it, but…” I paused, something clicked. “I paid for everything else. All the furniture. The kitchen renovation last year. All the appliances.”
“Exactly,” Paula said, a slow smile spreading across her face. “So what exactly does Jason own besides an empty house?”
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my banking app. “I kept every receipt. I’m obsessive about tracking our budget.”
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“Of course you did,” Paula said, laughing. “Miss Spreadsheet Queen.”
For the first time since I saw that note on my door, I felt a glimmer of control return. “They think they’ve won, don’t they?”
Paula clinked her glass against mine. “They have no idea who they’re manipulating.”
The next morning, I called my lawyer friend, Denise.
“What he did is actually illegal,” she told me over coffee. “You can’t just change a spouse’s locks, even if the house is in their name. You have to have a legal residence.”
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“I don’t want to go back there,” I said firmly. “But I want what’s mine.”
Denise’s eyes lit up. “Then let’s make a list.”
We spent the rest of the morning taking inventory of everything I had purchased for our house. By lunch, I had a complete list, with dates and prices.
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“That’s impressive,” Denise agreed. “With those receipts, there’s no doubt about what belongs to you.”
“So, can I just… take it all?”
“Legally? Yes. Although I recommend the presence of a police officer to avoid any burglary complaints.”
I thought of Jason’s smug face. Of Mia wearing my bathrobe. Of how they thought they had all the power.
“No,” I said slowly. “I have a better idea.”
That afternoon, I called a moving company. The owner, Mike, was understanding of my situation.
“We had a similar case last year,” he told me. “The wife caught her husband cheating on her and wanted to take all his things out while he was at work.”
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“That’s exactly what I need,” I replied. “But with one difference. I want them here when it happens.”
I waited until Saturday, knowing my husband and his girlfriend would both be home. I told Mike to show up with his team at noon.
Once Mike and his workers were there, I knocked on the door and my husband opened it.
“Hey, honey,” I said sweetly. “I’m just here to pick up my things.”
Before he could react, my movers walked past him and started picking up everything I owned.
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The washing machine? Unplugged halfway through, soaked clothes thrown into a plastic bin.
The oven? Opened while a pie was baking. It’s mine now.
The bed they probably slept in? Undressed and wrapped.
My vanity, my smart TV, the sofa they lounged on? They’re gone.
And the best part? Mia was straightening her hair when my movers came in.
I snatched the straightener from her hand and smiled. “Sorry. It was a gift I got from my husband. You know, back when he was mine.”
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“You can’t take everything!” Jason shouted. “The movers are literally taking everything! What’s going on?”
I took out all the receipts I’d kept. “Actually, I can. Because unlike you, I pay for my own stuff.”
He stared at me, unable to say anything.
“Oh, and by the way? You changed the locks while I was still legally living here?” I smiled. “That’s illegal. I could take this to court and really make your life hell. But honestly? Looking at you two, miserable, in your empty house is so much more satisfying.”
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Mia yelled something, but I was already walking away as my movers loaded the last of my things into the truck.
As I drove off, I saw them standing there. They looked incredibly humiliated and angry.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been too harsh. But then I remember the note on the door. I remember the casual cruelty of changing the locks on someone who loved you. I remember my birthday dinner, cold and forgotten.
And I know I did exactly the right thing.
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