After a bitter marriage marked by Mike’s obsession with material wealth, Nicole shockingly agrees to give him everything in their divorce. But as Mike revels in his “victory,” Nicole’s laughter reveals a secret plan in motion. What Mike doesn’t know is that she’s about to make her final move.
I stepped out of the lawyer’s office with a blank expression, my shoulders slumped, looking every bit the defeated ex-wife. The rain was coming down hard, and the gray sky matched my mood — or at least the mood I wanted people to think I was in.
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Inside, I was buzzing. My hands clenched the cold steel of the door handle as I headed toward the elevator. No one was around. Good.
The elevator door closed behind me with a soft ding, and as soon as I was alone, I let out a little giggle. It wasn’t something I planned; it bubbled up from deep inside like champagne finally uncorked.
The more I thought about what I’d just done the more it built up until I was cackling in the elevator like a lunatic.
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If anyone saw me right then, they’d think I had finally snapped, gone over the edge from all the stress, but oh no, this was just the beginning. Everything was falling perfectly into place.
The house, the car, the savings — Mike could have them all. It was exactly what I wanted. He thought he’d won, and that was the best part. He didn’t have a clue what was coming.
The elevator stopped with a jolt, and I pulled myself together. I glanced at my reflection in the elevator’s mirrored wall: messy hair, tired eyes, and a faint smile still lingering on my lips. I didn’t even care. This was going to be fun.
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A few weeks earlier…
Mike and I hadn’t been happy for years, but it wasn’t just the regular kind of falling out of love. Mike was obsessed with his image. He was all about the flashy cars, having the biggest house on the block, and wearing only designer clothes.
All of it was a performance, and I had played my part for too long. The cracks had started to show, and when the arguments became more frequent, I knew it wasn’t long before the inevitable happened.
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The thing is, I wasn’t scared of the divorce. I knew Mike, and I knew exactly how this would play out.
He didn’t care about saving the marriage. No, what he wanted was to win — win the house, win the money, win the divorce.
All I wanted was to be free of this pretentious lifestyle. But that didn’t mean I was going to let him screw me over, either. So, I’d let Mike have what he wanted, but with a catch as sharp as a fishhook.
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It happened on a Tuesday. Mike came home late, again. I was in the kitchen, pretending to scroll through my phone, not bothering to look up when he stormed in.
“We need to talk.”
I sighed, barely masking the boredom in my voice. “What now?”
He slammed his keys on the counter, and I could practically feel the frustration radiating off him. He always got like this when things didn’t go his way at work, and of course, I was the easiest target.
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“I’m done,” he said, his voice low and tight. “I want a divorce.”
I blinked up at him. Finally. I nodded slowly, like it was sinking in, but really, I had been prepared for this moment for weeks.
“Okay,” I said simply.
He frowned, clearly taken aback. “That’s it? No fight? No begging?”
I shrugged. “What’s the point?”
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For a second, he looked confused, like I had taken the wind out of his sails. He was expecting resistance, expecting me to plead with him to stay.
But I just needed to give him enough rope to hang himself with.
The divorce negotiations were as awful as I expected. We sat across from each other in a sterile conference room, lawyers flanking us, as Mike outlined every little thing he wanted. The house, the car, the savings; it was like he was reading off a grocery list.
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And the entire time, he had this smug little grin on his face, like he thought I’d break down and cry at any moment.
“Fine,” I said, barely listening. “You can have it all.”
My lawyer shot me a look, one that clearly said, “Are you sure?” But I just nodded.
Mike blinked. “Wait, what?”
“I said, you can have it. I don’t want any of it, except for my personal possessions.”
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He looked stunned. “You… you don’t want the house? Or the money?”
“Nope,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “It’s all yours.”
His shock quickly morphed into glee. “Great. Then take this afternoon to pack up your belongings. It’s not much, so that should be plenty of time.” Mike glanced at his watch. “I’ll expect you to be out by six.”
“No problem,” I replied.
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He sat up straighter, his chest puffing out like he’d just won the lottery. And I let him think it.
And that brings me back to that moment when I stepped into the elevator in the lawyer’s office building, and couldn’t contain my laughter anymore.
As I stepped out of the elevator, I pulled out my phone. My fingers hovered over the screen for a second before I typed out a quick message: I’m heading to the house to pack up my things. I’ll call you when it’s time to make your move.
I hit send and smiled. Time for the real fun to begin.
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Packing up the house was easier than I thought it would be. I didn’t want much, just a few personal things, mostly items that held memories that weren’t tainted by Mike. The house was too big for just the two of us anyway, and it always felt more like his house than mine.
I was taping up the last box when I picked up the phone to make the call. My mom, Barbara, answered on the second ring.
“Hey,” I said, keeping my voice light. “It’s time.”
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There was a pause, and then Mom’s familiar, no-nonsense tone came through. “Finally. I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
Mom couldn’t stand Mike. She saw right through his flashy facade the day I introduced them. But the best part? She had helped us buy this house. She was the reason Mike thought he had scored such a great deal on it, and now she was going to be the reason he lost it.
I hung up, feeling a strange sense of relief as I looked around. I was done pretending.
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The next morning, I was making breakfast in my new little apartment when my phone rang. I smirked as Mike’s name flashed across the screen.
“Hello?” I answered sweetly.
“You set me up!” Mike’s voice was furious, practically frothing at the mouth.
I put the phone on speaker, grabbing a piece of toast as I leaned against the counter. “I’m sorry, what are you talking about?”
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“Your mother!” he spat. “She’s… she’s in my house! She’s taken over everything!”
“Oh, right,” I said, biting into my toast. “Remember that agreement we signed when she gave us the down payment? The one that lets her live there whenever she wants, for as long as she wants?”
There was a long pause, and I could practically hear the gears turning in his brain. I could imagine the look on his face, realization dawning.
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He had signed that paper years ago, too blinded by the allure of a fancy house to even think twice about the fine print.
“You! You cheated me! This isn’t over. I’m getting my lawyers—”
Before he could finish, I heard Mom’s voice in the background, sharp and cutting through the phone. “Michael, you better get your feet off that coffee table! And stop hogging the remote!”
There was a muffled sound as if Mike had turned away from the phone, trying to whisper. “Barbara, this is my house—”
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“Oh, hush,” Mom interrupted, louder now. “It’s my house just as much as yours. And another thing, what’s with all these cheap snacks? Do you know how to grocery shop? I’m not living off frozen dinners!”
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Mike mumbled something incoherent, his frustration barely contained, but before he could get another word in, I heard her again.
“And turn down that TV! You think I want to listen to that nonsense all day? If you’re going to watch those ridiculous car shows, at least mute it!”
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There was a loud crash, followed by some more muttering, and then the phone clicked off abruptly. I took a deep breath, smiling as I sat down at the table.
Freedom never tasted so sweet.
Here’s another story: When I overheard my husband advising his friend to deliberately botch household chores, I felt a surge of anger. That moment marked the beginning of a transformation in our marriage, one where I decided to confront his weaponized incompetence by treating him like the child he was pretending to be.
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Am I Right for Not Inviting My Sister to My Wedding after She Ruined My Proposal?
Jake’s dream proposal to Emma was ruined when his sister, Lisa, hijacked the moment with drunken antics and snarky comments. Now, as their wedding day approaches, Jake faces a family feud over the decision to exclude Lisa, leaving him to question if he’s justified in protecting their special day.
I had always imagined my wedding day as perfect. But now, I faced a dilemma. My sister, who ruined my proposal, was not invited. My family was angry. Was I wrong?
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My name is Jake, and I’m 29. My girlfriend, Emma, and I have been together for three years. We met at a coffee shop, and it was love at first sight. She is kind, smart, and beautiful. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. So, I planned a special proposal.
I wanted the proposal to be unforgettable. I chose the beach where we had our first date. It was secluded and romantic. I decorated the spot with flowers and fairy lights and hired a violinist to play our favorite song. And, I bought fireworks to light up the night sky.
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On the day of the proposal, I was excited and nervous. Everything was perfect. I couldn’t wait to see the look on Emma’s face.
As we walked to the beach, I held Emma’s hand. She had no idea what was about to happen.
“This walk is so nice,” Emma said, smiling up at me.
“Yeah, it is,” I replied, my heart racing.
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Just then, I saw my sister, Lisa, approaching us. I was shocked.
“Lisa, what are you doing here?” I asked, trying to hide my surprise.
“Hey, Jake! I thought I’d tag along and take some candid photos for you guys,” she said, holding up her camera.
“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said, feeling uneasy.
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“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Lisa insisted.
Reluctantly, I agreed. As we reached the beach, Lisa started acting strange. She made snarky comments and tried to direct everything.
“Jake, move a little to the left,” she said, waving her hand.
“Lisa, stop. You’re ruining the moment,” I whispered.
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“Relax, I’m just helping,” she replied, rolling her eyes.
Emma looked confused. “Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” I said, trying to keep calm.
But then, Lisa did something unforgivable. She grabbed the ring box from my pocket and shouted, “Surprise! Look what he’s going to do!”
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Emma’s eyes widened in shock. “Jake, is this…?”
I nodded, feeling my heart sink. The moment was ruined.
“Lisa, what the hell?” I shouted, furious.
“Oh, come on, Jake. It was just a joke,” Lisa said, laughing.
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I turned to Emma, who looked hurt and disappointed. “I’m so sorry, Emma. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.”
Emma and I tried to salvage the proposal, but the magic was gone. She said yes, but it wasn’t the moment we had both dreamed of.
Later that night, I confronted Lisa.
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“You ruined everything,” I said, anger boiling inside me.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Jake. I was just trying to help,” she said, shrugging.
“Help? You call that help? You embarrassed me and ruined a special moment,” I replied, my voice shaking.
“You’re overreacting. It’s not a big deal,” Lisa said dismissively.
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Planning the wedding was supposed to be a joyful time for Emma and me. After the proposal fiasco, we agreed on one thing: we wanted our wedding to be drama-free. This meant not inviting my sister, Lisa.
“Jake, we can’t risk her ruining our day,” Emma said one evening as we discussed the guest list.
“I know. I just don’t want any more chaos,” I replied, feeling a knot in my stomach.
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When we told my parents, their reaction was immediate and intense.
“How can you not invite your own sister?” my mom exclaimed, her face red with anger.
“She ruined the proposal, Mom. We don’t want a repeat performance,” I tried to explain.
“She’s family, Jake. You’re being heartless,” my dad chimed in.
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Lisa, of course, played the victim.
“You’re tearing this family apart over a little joke,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “I just wanted to help.”
Despite the backlash, Emma and I stood firm. We deserved a special day without any disruptions.
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The day of the wedding arrived, and everything was going smoothly. Emma looked stunning in her dress, and I couldn’t wait to say “I do.” The ceremony was set on the beach, just like our first date.
As we exchanged vows, I noticed a commotion near the back. To my horror, Lisa had shown up, uninvited and clearly drunk.
“Jake! Emma! I’m here to celebrate!” she slurred, stumbling toward us.
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The guests whispered and stared. Emma’s face turned pale. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Lisa, you need to leave,” I said firmly, stepping in front of her.
“Why? I’m your sister. I deserve to be here,” she shouted, drawing more attention.
“You’re causing a scene. Please, just go,” I insisted.
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She ignored me and continued to make a spectacle. “Everyone, let’s toast to the happy couple!” she yelled, raising an empty glass.
I had no choice. I signaled the security we had hired for the event. They escorted her out, much to her protest.
“Jake, you’re making a mistake! This is my family too!” she screamed as they led her away.
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Once she was gone, the ceremony resumed. Emma and I exchanged rings and shared our first kiss as husband and wife. Despite the earlier disruption, the rest of the day was filled with joy and love.
Looking back, I still feel conflicted about how everything unfolded. Was I right to exclude my sister? Could I have handled it differently? My parents are still upset, and Lisa continues to act like the victim.
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“Jake, did we do the right thing?” Emma asked me as we relaxed after the wedding.
“I think we did. We needed to protect our day,” I replied, though doubt lingered in my mind.
What do you think? Was I justified in my decision to keep our wedding day special, and free from drama? Or should family always come first, no matter the circumstances?
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In the end, weddings are about love and commitment. Sometimes, tough decisions have to be made to preserve the happiness of the couple. Family dynamics are complex, and it’s not always easy to balance everyone’s feelings. But when it comes to such a significant day, ensuring it remains about the couple is paramount.
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