My Husband Brought His Mistress Home to Kick Me Out Little Did He Know Hed
After five rocky years of marriage, I thought the worst part of my life was struggling to conceive. But nothing compared to catching my husband, Logan, in a jazz club with another woman—his mistress, Brenda.
While I stood frozen in shock, Logan simply smirked and said, “I’m in love with someone else. It’s over.” Still in disbelief, I returned home the next morning, hoping he might’ve come to his senses. Instead, I found all my belongings scattered on the lawn. Logan stood on the porch, hand-in-hand with Brenda, grinning as he told me I had no claim to the house since it belonged to his grandfather.
“You’re out,”he said coldly. I held myself together, quietly gathering my things, but the humiliation was unbearable. Brenda didn’t miss the chance to gloat either. “I can’t wait to redecorate,” she said smugly. Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, a sleek black BMW pulled into the driveway.
Out stepped Mr. Duncan—Logan’s grandfather and the true owner of the house. He looked around at the mess, then at me, then at Logan, and his expression darkened. “What the hell is going on here?” he demanded. Logan tried to spin the situation, but Mr. Duncan saw right through him. In front of everyone,he declared, “If you’re treating Natasha like this, you’re the one who’s leaving. As ofnow, she stays, and you’re cut off. House, money, everything. Gone.” Logan was speechless. Brenda looked horrified. After they left, Mr. Duncan turned to me and revealed his original reason for coming: he’d wanted to offer support for fertility treatments.
But instead,he witnessed the betrayal firsthand. True to his word, he transferred the house to me and cut Logan off completely. Days later, Logan showed up, disheveled and desperate, begging me to help him reconnect with his grandfather. He didn’t apologize—he just wanted back in. So I gave him what he deserved: “You made your bed. Lie in it.” Then I shut the door in his face. I might have lost a husband, but I gained something far better—freedom, clarity, and a powerful reminder of who I really am.
