MY EX-HUSBAND GOT OUR HOUSE, CAR, AND ALL OUR MONEY AFTER THE DIVORCE – I LAUGHED BECAUSE THAT WAS EXACTLY WHAT I PLANNED My marriage with Mike was done way before we signed any papers. He’d been more into his flashy image than into us for ages. Big cars, big house—if it screamed “Look at me,” he wanted it. So when he finally told me he wanted a divorce, I wasn’t shocked. What got me, though, was how quick he was to grab everything. “I want the house, the car, the savings,” he said, all smug. He even tossed me the crumbs—my personal stuff, as if that was some generous offer. I just smiled and nodded. I let him take it all because I knew what was coming. My lawyer looked at me like I was crazy, but I told her to let him have it. We signed those papers, and I moved out that afternoon, eager to start my new life, but not before making one final call. Everything was set. The next morning, my phone rang, and it was Mike, absolutely livid. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” he screamed. “Oh, Mike,” I said, trying not to laugh, “What’s wrong now?” “You know exactly what’s wrong!” he yelled. “I’m in my living room, and I see YOUR ⬇️
After years of a toxic marriage consumed by Mike’s obsession with material wealth, Nicole stunned him by agreeing to give him everything in their divorce. But as Mike celebrated his apparent victory, Nicole’s sly laughter revealed she had a final trick up her sleeve. Mike was about to face a twist he never saw coming.
I stepped out of the lawyer’s office, my expression blank, shoulders drooped, looking like the stereotypical defeated ex-wife. The sky was overcast, the rain pelting down—a perfect match for the façade of misery I wore.
But inside, I was buzzing with anticipation. I gripped the cold handle of the door and headed to the elevator, glad there was no one around to witness what came next.
As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, I couldn’t help it—a giggle slipped out, bubbling up from deep within like champagne finally uncorked. Before I knew it, I was laughing uncontrollably, the sound echoing in the small space like a madwoman.
If anyone had seen me at that moment, they’d think I had lost my mind from all the stress. But no—this was just the beginning. Everything was falling into place.
The house, the car, the money—Mike could have them all. That’s what he wanted, and I was happy to let him think he had won. Little did he know, this was all part of my plan.
As the elevator dinged to a stop, I pulled myself together. My reflection in the mirrored walls showed messy hair, tired eyes, and a smirk that still lingered. But I didn’t care. The real fun was about to begin.
A few weeks earlier…
Mike and I hadn’t been happy for years, but this wasn’t your typical drifting apart. Mike had become obsessed with status—luxury cars, the biggest house, designer clothes. He wanted to project the image of success, and I had played along for far too long. But when the cracks in our marriage deepened, I knew a divorce was inevitable.
It wasn’t the divorce I feared; I knew Mike too well. He didn’t care about saving the relationship—he just wanted to win. To him, victory meant taking everything: the house, the savings, the lifestyle.
What he didn’t realize was that I had my own plans in motion. And if giving him what he wanted was part of that, I was more than willing to play along.
