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 the divorce papers, and I moved out that afternoon. I was 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 guess what I’m looking at!”
After a bitter marriage driven by Mike’s obsession with wealth, Nicole unexpectedly agrees to give him everything in their divorce. As Mike celebrates his “victory,” Nicole secretly plans her final move.
Leaving the lawyer’s office, I feigned defeat, but inside, I was exhilarated. Alone in the elevator, I couldn’t help but laugh. Mike thought he’d won everything, but I had a surprise waiting.
Weeks before, our marriage had soured, and when Mike announced he wanted a divorce, I felt ready. I let him believe he could have it all—the house, the car, the savings. He was so focused on winning, he didn’t see my trap.
In the negotiation meeting, Mike eagerly listed what he wanted, grinning like he had the upper hand. I surprised him by agreeing to give it all up, except for my personal belongings. He couldn’t believe his luck, but I was already plotting.
Once in the elevator, I texted my mom: “I’m heading to the house to pack. I’ll call when it’s time.” Packing was a breeze; I took only meaningful items, relieved to leave the empty house behind.
The next morning, I answered Mike’s call with feigned sweetness. He was furious, claiming I’d set him up with my mom living in the house. I reminded him of the agreement he signed years ago, giving her rights to the home.
Realization hit him hard. I could hear my mom in the background, taking control and critiquing his living habits. I laughed silently, savoring my newfound freedom.
