After years of trying to save our marriage, I thought seeing my husband with another woman was rock bottom. But I never imagined how he would mock me by flaunting his mistress and that an ally would suddenly appear, ready to put things right.
I didn’t know a marriage could end this way, but my husband, Logan, decided to make a public show out of it. Had I known what he was capable of, perhaps I would have seen it coming.
Let me back up a little bit. Logan and I were married for five years, and the fairy tale part of that story ended pretty quickly. Things were not bad at first, and we were sincerely pursuing a common goal.
My husband brought home a mistress to kick me out. Little did he realise that in an hour he would find himself homeless.
But the problems didn’t last long. Our failed attempts to have a child proved to be a much bigger strain on the relationship than I realised. My mental health deteriorated and I began to feel like a total failure.
Meanwhile, Logan began to distance himself instead of supporting me. He became more interested in ‘finding himself,’ which actually meant going to the gym and buying an expensive car.
I blamed myself for everything. I thought it was my body that was failing. But even then, I couldn’t imagine…..
Last night my best friend Lola persuaded me to get out of the house to distract myself and have some fun. My husband said he would be late at the gym, so we went to a cosy jazz club in the city centre. The atmosphere there was great: live music that didn’t interfere with conversation.
My husband brought home a mistress to kick me out. He had no idea that in an hour he would find himself homeless.
The mood gradually improved, we laughed, until suddenly Lola stopped talking. Her eyes widened, staring somewhere behind my shoulder.
‘Natasha… I don’t want to scare you, but… isn’t that Logan?’
Cold dread swept over me. You could call it female intuition or the look on Lola’s face, but I knew immediately what I was going to see when I turned around.
Sitting at a table in the corner was my husband. On his shoulders was a young woman laughing as he whispered something in her ear.
That had never happened to me before, not even during my college romances. I didn’t think of myself as someone who could make a scene. But it was as if my body was moving on its own.
In the blink of an eye, I was at their table. ‘Logan, are you serious!’ – I shouted out, making them both flinch.
My husband looked confused for a moment, but immediately relaxed. Then a smug grin appeared on his face.
‘Natasha, well, finally,’ he said with that goofy grin. And his companion, Brenda, looked at me with a look of triumph.
My husband had brought home a mistress to kick me out. Little did he realise he’d find himself homeless in an hour.
‘Logan…’ – I started, not knowing what to say, but he interrupted me.
‘Look, Natasha. Now you know, and I don’t have to hide anymore,’ he said indifferently. ‘I’m in love with someone else. It’s over between us.’
Just like that. No regrets, no shame. I wanted to scream, to cry, to hit him, but instead I just froze as if petrified.
Lola grabbed my hand, muttering something about Logan being sorry, and led me away.
The next morning, after a sleepless night, I decided to go home and find out. Maybe he’d come to his senses.
But when I pulled up to the house, I was in for another shock. On the lawn, all my belongings were scattered like rubbish. Clothes, pictures, even my old college textbooks were lying around without a care in the world.
Standing on the porch were Logan and Brenda. They were smiling like they had won the lottery.
My husband brought home a mistress to kick me out. Little did he realise he’d find himself homeless in an hour.
I got out of the car, feeling the pain dulling, and slowly made my way toward them.
Logan didn’t even try to soften the blow. ‘I guess you don’t need reminding, but this house belongs to my grandfather and you have no rights to it,’ he said, savouring every word. ‘You need to leave. Pack your things and leave. Now.’
I stood still, as if stunned by his words. The affair, the breakup, and now he’s also kicking me out of the house we used to call home together. And worst of all, he was enjoying this moment.
Gathering my will in my fist, I forced myself not to show weakness. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Instead, I started packing silently, shoving clothes and random items into the boot of the car. But the humiliation was burning me from the inside out.
Brenda, instead of going inside, remained standing on the porch, watching with undisguised pleasure. When I casually looked up at her, she decided to add fuel to the fire.
‘I can’t wait to start remodelling this house,’ she stretched out dreamily. ‘Everything here looks so old and ugly.’
I remained silent, suppressing my anger. Instead, I tried to focus on not forgetting anything important from my things. But then I heard a car stop behind me.
My husband had brought home a mistress to kick me out. He didn’t realise that in an hour he would be homeless.
I turned around and saw a black BMW from which Logan’s grandfather, Mr Duncan, stepped out. He looked perplexed.
Mr Duncan was known for his toughness. He had built the family fortune from scratch and demanded the highest standards from his children and grandchildren. I always feared that being part of his family would be difficult. But from the beginning, he had treated me with warmth and respect, as if I were his own.
Now, however, the look on his face frightened me. He looked around the lawn with my belongings, the strange woman on the porch, and Logan who appeared and came out to greet him.
‘What’s going on here!’ – his voice was loud and demanding.
‘Grandpa, we didn’t expect you to come,’ Logan began, swallowing nervously. ‘This isn’t a good time. This is a private matter. You wouldn’t understand.’
‘Logan, I may be old, but I understand exactly what’s going on here,’ Mr Duncan replied, his voice even harsher. ‘I asked because I didn’t want to believe my eyes.’
‘Grandfather, Natasha and I…we’re done. She doesn’t belong in this house anymore,’ Logan tried to explain.
‘And who gave you the right to decide that?’ – Mr Duncan squinted at me, throwing me a brief but warm glance. ‘I remind you that I own this house. I let you live here because you were going to build a family. But if you choose to throw your wife away like unwanted junk, consider you no longer live here. Now.’
Logan’s face went white. ‘What…what do you mean?’
‘I mean that Natasha is staying here and you’re leaving. What’s more, as of this moment, I’m withdrawing your financial support. All my money and help is off limits to you. You have disgraced our family with your behaviour and for the sake of some cheapskate. I will not tolerate this!’
My husband brought home a mistress to kick me out. He didn’t realise he would be homeless in an hour.
‘Grandpa!’ – Logan began to protest.
‘Go away. Now!’ – Mr Duncan retorted.
After Logan and Brenda left, Mr Duncan invited me into the house and explained why he had come. ‘Natasha, I heard from my son about your and Logan’s conception problems and I’ve come to offer to pay for IVF.’
‘Oh, sir,’ I squeezed out, my emotions starting to break through.
‘But I guess I was here in time to see this chaos. You don’t deserve to be treated like this,’ he continued, and I could barely handle his kindness.
‘Thank you, Mr Duncan… I… I didn’t know what to do, so I just started packing.’
My husband brought home a mistress to kick me out. He didn’t realise he’d find himself homeless in an hour.
He put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly. ‘Don’t. Consider this house yours. I’ll handle all the paperwork and make it official. It’s also my apology for not raising a better grandson.’
I nodded as tears flowed down my cheeks.
In the days that followed, Mr Duncan kept his promise. My name appeared on the deeds to the house, and Logan was stripped of his access to the family money.
And that was just the beginning of my new, free future.
