To get rev3nge on his wife, the husband sold his share of the house to the first homeless person he came across, and flew off to the sea with his mistress: but he had no idea what a surprise his wife had in store for him.
She spread the crumpled papers on the table.
“According to this,” she said, “you now own half of this apartment. But we both know you were used.”
Victor lowered his eyes.
“He said he didn’t care what happened, as long as your life was ruined.”
The wife’s face hardened.
“Then we’ll fix what he broke. I’ll help you get off the streets, find a shelter, buy proper clothes, and arrange real support. In return, you transfer that share to me. Fair and clean.”
A week later, they sat in front of another notary. Victor signed the deed of gift, received fair help from her, and accepted a referral to a rehabilitation center.
Meanwhile, the wife handled everything else.
Part 3
She packed her husband’s belongings into garbage bags and donated them to the very same shelter. She transferred the car into her name. Then she called his office and calmly explained that her husband had been acting strangely—selling property for almost nothing, abandoning his family, forgetting responsibilities, and disappearing without warning.
His management did not need much convincing.
First, he was suspended.
Then he was fired.
He discovered the truth two weeks later, when the money ran out at the seaside and his card suddenly stopped working. His mistress, not interested in poverty or problems, flew home without him.
Furious and humiliated, he returned, ready to “put everyone in their place.”
But when he reached the apartment, he froze.
The lock had been changed.
And for the first time, he realized he was the one who had been left outside.
