I called a lawyer. What Mark didn’t realize is that using joint funds without your spouse’s consent? That’s not just betrayal—it’s a legal nightmare. The divorce wasn’t easy, but thanks to sharp legal advice, I walked away with half of that house. Then I sold my share. To a guy named Steve. A retired biker with three rescue dogs, two lawn chairs,
and an affinity for backyard bonfires. He moved in fast. Melissa—Mark’s mother—called me, screaming. Mark accused me of betrayal, said I’d ruined everything. I just smiled. They took my savings. I took their peace.