My Husband Tried to Kick Me Out for His Mistress—But an Hour Later, He Was the One Left Homeless

My Husband Brought His Mistress Home to Kick Me Out – Little Did He Know, He’d Be Homeless an Hour Later

I believed that catching my spouse with another woman was the lowest point of my marriage after years of attempting to maintain it. However, nothing could have prepared me for the unexpected ally who appeared to rectify the situation or for the way in which he rubbed his mistress in my face.

I was unaware that marriage could result in such a calamity; however, my spouse, Logan, resolved to publicize this complete disaster. Perhaps I would have anticipated this outcome had I been aware of his capabilities.

I would like to briefly review the situation. I have been married to Logan for five years, and to be honest, the fairy-tale aspect of our relationship did not endure for an extended period. We were authentically united in this endeavor, and things began well.

However, difficulties arose, and our endeavors to conceive a child had a more profound impact on our relationship than I initially perceived. I experienced a decline in my mental health and a profound sense of failure.

In the interim, Logan ceased to provide me with support and instead began to diverge. He appeared to be more interested in “discovering himself,” which evidently entailed purchasing a fast car and attending the gym.

I began to doubt every aspect of my identity. I attributed my inability to conceive to my own biology. However, I had never considered…

Regardless, my closest friend, Lola, persuaded me to exit the house last night in order to facilitate my mental clarity and engage in some recreational activities. My husband had informed me that he would be staying at the gym until late, so we visited a cozy jazz club in downtown that was dimly illuminated. The music was beautiful, but it was not so loud that it was impossible to have a conversation.

The atmosphere of the venue was conducive to a brief respite. I was in a good mood and chuckling with Lola when she abruptly fell silent. While gazing over my shoulder, her pupils bulged.

“Natasha…” Logan, is that you? I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.

My body was consumed by a chilling sense of apprehension. You may refer to it as women’s intuition, or it may have been as I observed her expression. However, I was aware of the scene that would unfold as soon as I began to turn.

I observed my spouse with a young woman draped over his shoulders while he was seated at a corner table. He leaned in and whispered something into her ear as she was chuckling.

I had never experienced anything comparable to this, not even during my collegiate relationships. Therefore, I had never anticipated that I would be the type of woman to incite a commotion. However, my body moved independently.

I arrived at their table in a flash, and my outburst caused them both to startle. “Logan, are you serious right now?!” Barking ensued.

For a brief moment, my spouse was bewildered and startled. However, I soon observed that his face was flushed with relief, and, to my chagrin, his expression transformed into a smirk.

With that stupid expression still on his face, he said, “Natasha, well, finally.” The female standing beside him, Brenda, reciprocated the smile and gazed upwards at me as if she had emerged victorious.

“Logan,” I attempted to articulate, unsure of what to say. However, he interrupted me.

“Look, Natasha. It is preferable that you are now aware. He said nonchalantly, “I don’t have to continue concealing it.” “I am in love with another individual.” We are finished. It has concluded.

Exactly that. Without hesitation. No contrition. I was compelled to scream, weep, and slap him across his smug face; however, I remained numb and stood there.

Suddenly, Lola grabbed my arm and led me outside, murmuring something about how Logan would regret this one day.

Until she seated me on her bed, I was unaware that she had driven my vehicle directly to her apartment. At that point, I finally lost it.

I resolved to confront him at home the following morning, despite having received minimal slumber. It is possible that he would realize his error.

However, the scene that confronted me upon my arrival at our residence was reminiscent of re-discovering his infidelity.

All of my possessions were dispersed across the front lawn, as if they were refuse. Clothing, photo frames, and even my old college textbooks were discarded without hesitation.

And there he was, standing on the porch with Brenda by his side, beaming as if he had just won the lottery. I exited my vehicle and proceeded to approach them at a leisurely pace, as the numbness enveloped me.

Logan proceeded directly to the point. He sneered, “I don’t think I need to remind you, but this house belongs to my grandfather, and you have no claim to it,” as my face remained expressionless. “You are dismissed.” Acquire your belongings and depart. Right now.”

I stood there, completely paralyzed, as his words penetrated my being. In addition to betraying and abandoning me, he was evicting me from my own residence. Finally, the most detrimental aspect? It appeared as though he was relishing each moment.

Nevertheless, I endeavored to maintain my composure. I was not going to provide him with the gratification of witnessing my emotional breakdown. Consequently, I initiated the process of organizing my possessions by placing clothing and other miscellaneous items into the trunk of my vehicle. The humiliation, however, was deeply felt.

Brenda opted to remain on the veranda and observe me, as opposed to entering the house like Logan. She was unable to conceal her mirth. She decided to add salt to my wound when I peered up.

She crossed her arms and exhaled with joy, “I am eager to redecorate this house.” “It’s all old lady stuff, and so ugly.”

I maintained an expressionless expression. As I carried my belongings into my vehicle, I endeavored to identify any personal items that might have remained inside. I was in dire need of another excursion, as it was a straightforward sedan.

I trust that Lola would not object to my temporary residence with her. However, as I contemplated these matters in order to prevent myself from expressing any emotion or succumbing to another emotional breakdown, I heard it: the rumbling of a car approaching from behind.

Mr. Duncan, Logan’s grandfather, emerged from an elegant black BMW as I turned around. Also, he appeared bewildered.

Presently, it is widely recognized throughout the community that Mr. Duncan is capable of being quite formidable. From nothing, he established a family fortune. Consequently, he had high expectations for his offspring and grandchildren.

Initially, I believed that being an in-law in the family would be challenging due to his presence. However, for reasons that I could never comprehend, he had consistently demonstrated exceptional behavior toward me from the outset. He cherished me in the presence of his grandson.

Nevertheless, I remained apprehensive about the potential consequences as he surveyed the scene, which included my possessions on the lawn, an unfamiliar woman on the veranda, and Logan’s absence.

“Logan, babe, come out here!” Brenda expressed her concern by calling out.

Mr. Duncan initially frowned upon hearing her voice. Next, his demeanor transitioned from bewilderment to outright fury.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Logan emerged from the house with his mouth agape, and Mr. Duncan’s voice bellowed.

He began to speak, “Grandpa, we were unaware that you were visiting us today.” He swallowed deeply. “This is not the optimal moment.” We are addressing a private matter. “You would be unable to comprehend.”

Mr. Duncan responded in his thick accent, “Logan, I may be old, but I understand exactly what is happening.” “I only asked because I didn’t want to believe my eyes.”

Logan attempted to say “Grandpa,” but he was unable to utter another syllable.

“It appears that you have evicted my beloved granddaughter-in-law from the residence and are currently living with that homeless individual.” “Have I made any errors?” Brenda was insulted by Mr. Duncan, and I did not feel remorseful.

“We are finished, Grandpa, Natasha, and I.” “She is no longer of this place.”

“And who gave you the right to decide that?” Mr. Duncan raised his eyebrows. He briefly glanced at me with a compassionate expression before returning his attention to Logan.

“I would like to remind you that this residence is mine.” He continued, “I have permitted you to reside here because you were establishing a family together.” However, if you are going to regard Natasha as if she is disposable, you can consider yourself expelled. Immediate effect.

Logan’s complexion became paler. “What… what are you saying?”

Mr. Duncan did not even raise an eyebrow. “I am indicating that Natasha will remain and you will depart.” Additionally, I am currently disconnecting from you. Please assume that my financial and emotional resources have been exhausted. Do you believe that you are capable of conducting yourself in this manner? Disrespect your wife and portray our family in a negative light due to an early midlife crisis and a 20-year-old gold seeker. “Not under my supervision!”

“Grandpa!”

“Leave now!”

Mr. Duncan escorted me inside after Logan and Brenda had departed and disclosed the reason for his visit. “Natasha, I heard from my son about you and Logan’s issues with fertility, and I came here to offer to pay for IVF.”

“Oh, sir,” I gasped. My emotions were finally coming to the surface.

“However, it appears that I arrived just in time to witness this catastrophe.” He continued, “You are not deserving of any of this,” and I was nearly overwhelmed by his generosity.

The lump in my esophagus was ingested. “I am grateful, Mr. Duncan…” I… I was unsure of what to do, so I began loading my car.

While shaking his head, he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “That is unnecessary.” Please regard this residence as yours. I will be responsible for all documentation and ensure that it is officially recognized. It is also my sincere apologies for failing to raise a more responsible grandson.

As tears from my eyes streamed down my face, I nodded.

Mr. Duncan fulfilled his commitment in the days that followed. Logan was deprived of his family’s financial and emotional support as a result of my signature being included on the deed.

Apparently, Logan was couch-surfing between acquaintances, and Brenda did not remain in the area for an extended period of time after she discovered that the bank accounts had been closed. I learned this through the grapevine.

He returned to my front yard only one week after the incident, which suggests that it must have been a significant injury to his ego.

He continued to wear the same attire as that day, and he appeared awful.

“I erred.” I have exhausted my resources. The remainder of my family is unwilling to provide assistance. Would you be able to contact my grandfather? Logan abruptly stated, “He will listen to you.” “I can’t live like this.”

There was no genuine contrition or apology for the actions he took in my behalf. His sole regret was the loss of his family’s financial resources and influence.

As a result, I was obliged to articulate the phrases that every individual in my position desires to say. “Nope! You made your bed, lie in it!” Although it was cliche and callous, I can assure you that it was incredibly satisfying at the time.

His expression immediately transitioned to anger, and I shut the door in his face before he could launch any insults at me. I continued to hear his ranting, but his words eluded me as I was still in a state of euphoria from the payback.

Perhaps I will develop sympathy for him at a later date. However, what did he anticipate? Brat with entitlements!