Twists of Fate: Reuniting After Selling the House – A Tale of Serendipity
Man Sells House with His Wife in It, 6 Years Later They Accidentally Meet Again
Ryan divorced his wife after she became incapacitated and sold their house while she was still living in it. But six years later, he happened to run into her again and discovered the roles had reversed.
The silver car stopped before the opulent hotel, and a stunning woman got out. The doorman of the hotel saw Ryan, who was now homeless, as he was going to approach the car.
Ryan was going to run away, terrified the doorman would call the police, when the woman stopped him.
She handed him a $20 bill and said, “Here.” “Grab a bite to eat…Is that you, Ryan? Oh my god?”
Ryan looked shocked. On the street, nobody had addressed him by his own name. He gasped as he took a good look at the woman. “Brittany?”
Six years ago, when Brittany was confined to a wheelchair, Ryan last saw her. He had left her life and filed for divorce.
“How…how did you get all the money for this car…hotel?” he mumbled.
“It appears that my wealth has astonished you more than my recovery…Well, Ryan, if it weren’t for what you did six years ago, I never would have made it to where I am now. With the past flashing before her eyes, Brittany answered.
Half a decade prior…
Ryan made the quiet decision to leave their home and proceeded to get the final box of supplies, but Brittany was there to greet him.
“How could you, Ryan?” She pushed her wheelchair in front of him and the last box, demanding aggressively. “You sold this house and kept me in the dark? How about our dreams? Recollections?”
“I assumed you would comprehend,” he shrugged, turning away. “Anyway, Brit, nothing remains between us. Those memories have passed away. I can’t continue to act as though nothing has changed here. Not only did the accident kill our child, but it also killed us.”
“Don’t say that!” She spun around to face him. “You told me that the most essential thing is family! To raise our child, I left my career behind. This was supposed to be something we handled jointly.”
“All right, give up! Okay, I’m having trouble with this too. Ryan fired back. “Do you think it pleased me to see our relationship fall apart? It was best for both of us to sell this house and get a divorce. For the furnishings, the movers will arrive in the morning.
“So, Ryan, is that who I am now? Pieces of furniture?” Brittany had tears in her eyes. “You sold this home when I lived there.Never even offered me the chance to look for another place to go.”
“I located a nursing home for you. What more could a person ask for when they can take care of someone like you?
“People like me…who are no longer useful to their families, right?”
Ryan acted as though he hadn’t heard Brittany’s words. After packing the final box into his vehicle, he drove off.
In the elderly home, Brittany made a move. She was so incensed over being duped that she yelled at Tara, her physical therapy nurse.
“Since nothing will improve, what good are those exercises? It’s not as though they will bring my spouse or my child back.”
Tara remarked quietly, “It can help you live a fuller life, Brittany.”
Yet Brittany was enraged. “My ex-husband abandoned me here like a stray dog and sold our house without notifying me! You’re not aware of the feeling of being left behind.”
“I do!” Tara interrupted, meeting her gaze. “After my husband abandoned me for his mistress, all I received in the divorce settlement was a sizable bill for everything he had purchased under my name but neglected to pay! In just two days, he completely upended my life, and I’m still in the process of recovering.”
“They don’t deserve to live a good life when we suffer!” Arms crossed, Brittany said. “We should show them what it’s like to be in our shoes!”
Tara and Brittany became close friends over the course of the next few days as they plotted to get revenge on their ex-partners. Brittany came up with a strategy as soon as Tara disclosed that her ex-husband Harold had certain documents in their home that could prove he was a fraudster.
Harold’s vehicle was visible in the parking space. Brittany wheeled past the car and it reversed. Her wheelchair spun from the hit, and she screamed as she barely kept it upright.
“Oh my God! I truly apologise.” Leaping out of the car, Harold hurried towards her. “I failed to see you…Are you in pain?”
“You almost passed me by! Is it not apparent where you are heading? She looked at her legs, breathing heavily. But, I believe I’m doing OK. But right now, I’m so tense about everything. Could you lead the way there for me?” About fifty metres distant, she gestured towards the building lift.
Harold nodded, feeling guilty. As they got closer to the building, Brittany engaged him in small talk that diverted him.
Tara, meantime, was approaching Harold’s sports automobile and her hands were shaking. He appeared preoccupied, and she didn’t have time to squander.
After opening his glove compartment, Tara dug through the clutter to locate his house keys. However, she unintentionally spilled everything on the passenger seat while rushing. “Oh my God! Not now!” she cursed, but fortunately she discovered the keys.
Tara fumbled in her purse for a bit of putty and pressed Harold’s keys to it. When she turned to face the building, Harold and Brittany were gone. She dashed down the block, packing everything back into the compartment.
While she and Brittany were spying out Harold’s residence, she admitted, “I thought I was going to have a heart attack when I was copying that key!”
Brittany comforted her, saying, “I’m sorry you had to go through this, but consider the rewards.”
And then they saw Harold.
Tara and Brittany used the key they had manufactured from the imprint to enter Harold’s house as he reversed out of his driveway and vanished down the street.
“What if he’s changed the passcode?” They stood in front of his office safe, and Tara sighed. However, when she entered the five-digit combination, the safe opened!
“Harold is such an idiot!” When Tara couldn’t find the documents, her smile vanished as she looked through the safe’s drawers.
“All of his fake company and offshore bank account documentation is missing! We wasted our time on this.”
Tara and Brittany had not anticipated that their scheme would backfire. Reconvening at the senior home, they made their way to the door but had to duck into the restroom to hide as they heard boisterous voices getting closer.
“Trent, check out all these wonderful artworks! Would the employer accept these in exchange for Harold’s loan, in your opinion? The gruff voice of a man emerged.
“Not at all! Dave, the boss said, “Just cash!” Trent answered back.
“Hey, just check out this man’s liquor cabinet!” Dave gave a little whistle. “The boss didn’t say anything about not helping us with his whisky, did he?”
“Who are these guys?” Brittany placed her ear to the door and spoke to Tara, who told her to shut up.
Dave answered, “Well, you heard the man, Harold.” “The boss demands hard currency. What is your safe’s code?”
“There’s no money in there—”
The sound of a strong slap made both women cringe.
“Oh god, we need to sneak out while they’re distracted!” In a whisper, Brittany said. Then there was a loud crash again.
“Oh no, Trent! Take a look at what you accomplished! If the individual is unconscious, how is he meant to tell us the code?”
“I never thought I’d say this,” Tara moaned. “But we need to save Harold!”
“What? We can’t compete with them!” Brittany gave a hiss. “I adore you, Tara, but I’m not dying for your lousy ex!”
“We won’t confront them directly,” After Tara got to the medical cabinet above the sink, she took out the sleeping tablets. “Wait for me!”
Tara crept into the kitchen from the restroom. She threw on the remote for the garage door and barreled back out into the hallway. The home reverberated with the sound of the garage door opening.
“Have you heard that? It appears that we have company. stated Trent.
“Let’s check it out; Harry’s not gonna run off anyway.”
As Tara watched the two burly brutes with scars make their way to the garage, she held her breath and cowered behind a plant. Harold was unconscious in the sitting room, and she hurried down to see him. Tara needed to move fast. She rushed back to the toilet after smashing the sleeping tablets into the goons’ cups.
“Dave, something is wrong! The timing is just too ideal. We ought to inspect the house.” Tara and Brittany exchanged horrified looks as Trent spoke as they made their way back.
Fortunately, Dave declined. They appeared to be drinking once again, and soon after, they began to speak incoherently before becoming silent.
Brittany and Tara snuck over to Harold’s bedside. Harold was able to get over Brittany’s wheelchair handle, but as soon as they got to the front door, chaos broke out.
“He’s stuck!” As Brittany’s chair swerved to the left, Tara let out a cry.
“Get him unstuck, fast!” As Tara clung on Harold, Brittany took a quick look at her. “He’s starting to slip.”
“Shoot…sorry, Harold.” Harold’s shoe popped out of the metal curve it was wedged in when Tara gave it a hard tap on the toe.
Tara shoved Harold and her friend in the direction of her car, sulking. However, they quickly discovered that their car could not accommodate Harold and Brittany’s chair.
“Wait, I have a better idea!” Back at Harold’s house, Tara ran. She went through the sleeping thugs’ pockets while tiptoeing over them. Fortunately, she was able to quickly retrieve their car keys and return to Brittany.
Harold was bundled into the trunk by the women together, and they made sure he was comfortable. Next, Tara assisted Brittany in settling into the front seat.
Tara said, “Check to see if they have a first aid kit.” Harold’s thigh needs to be bandaged, please.
Brittany gave a startled little gasp. “Did you find the kit?” Tara asked.
“No…but there’s so much money that we could use some as bandages if you want,” Brittany said, holding up several stacks of $100 bills.
“Oh, God! Let’s just get Harold to the hospital. We can figure everything else out later,” Tara said.
”Honey, I don’t think there’s anything to figure out.” Brittany grinned as she fanned her face with several bills.
Tara let out a startled laugh as she started the car. “After we drop Harold off at the hospital, let’s leave our heartaches and awful exes behind us and start a new life!”
“You know what?” Brittany chuckled. “Honolulu is amazing at this time of the year! I think I’ve had enough of revenge.”
Present-day…
“So Tara and I moved to Hawaii. We invested the money and watched it triple in the first year. Tara suggested I see a surgeon, and here I am after the treatment…but it looks like things didn’t go well for you after we split. How about you come to my suite and—”
”I’m sorry, Ma’am, but you can’t do that!” The doorman said firmly.
“I’ll be sure to tell the front desk you tried to stop me if they have concerns about my friend,” Brittany replied, marching right past the stunned doorman with Ryan in tow.
”Now, I want to hear everything that’s happened to you over these past six years. And then we’re going to discuss what I can do to help you get back on your feet.” She smiled as they reached the reception.
“But why?” Ryan asked. “Why would you help me after what I did to you?”
”Because I can. I did want revenge on you once, Ryan, but I moved on ages ago. Tara’s kindness toward Harold that day made me realize that the only person I was hurting by holding onto my bitterness was me. Besides,” Brittany grinned, “like I said, I never would’ve reached this point in my life if it weren’t for you.”
