with printed messages — proof of their lies. Then I sent out a message to all our friends and family: “Surprise housewarming! Come see our new place at 5:50.” They showed up expecting champagne — and got the truth. Jason walked in, stunned. His charm couldn’t save him. Everyone saw what he really was. I filed for divorce that Monday. He had to repay,
every dollar he took from me. The house stayed in his mother’s name — but now everyone knew whose sacrifices built it. Today, I’ve rebuilt my life and sleep better than ever. Sometimes, I drive past that house — not with regret, but with pride. I survived the betrayal, and I came out stronger.