But what my cheating husband didn’t know was that I was about to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

The Night of My Birthday

“Jason, it’s almost nine o’clock. You promised you’d be home by six.”

“Work has been crazy, Alice. What did you want me to do? Tell my boss I had to leave early?”

Jason loosened his tie as he walked past the table where I had set up a small birthday dinner for myself. Two candles sat beside a cake I had bought during my lunch break.

“Yes, exactly that,” I replied. “Just this once. Especially after you promised. Today is my birthday, Jason.”

“Oh no. I forgot.”

“Clearly.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” he sighed. “I’m working hard for us, you know that.”

I laughed, but without humor.

“For us? You’re never here, Jason. We barely talk anymore. When was the last time we had dinner together? Or watched a movie? Or did anything as a couple?”

“That’s not fair. I’m building my career to secure a good future for us.”

“What future? We’re living separate lives in the same house.”

“I make more money than you, so don’t pretend this is about financial support.”

Jason’s face hardened. “Of course, you’re throwing that in my face now. God forbid I try to catch up with my successful wife.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I tried to argue.

“Save it. I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” He walked away, leaving me alone with the untouched cake.

He was my husband. I loved him. Marriage has rough patches, right? Everyone said that.

I didn’t know that forgiving him so easily would be a mistake.

The Betrayal

Three weeks after my ruined birthday, I got home early from work with a pounding headache. But when I tried to open the door, I realized the lock had been changed.

“That’s strange…” I murmured.

I tried turning the key, but it wouldn’t fit. That’s when I noticed a note stuck to the door, written in Jason’s familiar handwriting:

“This is no longer your home. Find somewhere else to stay.”

What? I shouted his name, and finally, the door opened.

Jason stood there. Behind him, a woman wearing MY robe.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I whispered.

He smiled smugly.

“I’ve moved on. Mia and I are together now, and we need our space. You’ll have to figure something else out.”

Mia. The same coworker he swore was “just a friend.”

“I packed your things in boxes,” she said. “You can pick them up in the garage.”

Jason thought he could just throw me out and get away with it. But I wasn’t going to let that happen.

The Plan

“Alice? Oh my God.” My sister Paula opened the door and hugged me.

“What happened?”

I sat on the couch and told her everything.

“That bastard,” Paula muttered. “And that Mia woman was wearing your robe?”

“The birthday gift from Mom.”

“What can you do? The house is in his name, isn’t it?”

“The mortgage was approved with his credit because I was still paying off my graduate school loans.”

Paula’s eyes narrowed.

“But who was paying the bills?”

“Both of us, but…” I paused. “I paid for everything else. The furniture. The kitchen remodel last year. All the appliances.”

“Exactly,” Paula said. “So what does Jason really have, other than an empty house?”

I pulled out my phone and opened my banking app.

“I have all the receipts. I’ve always been obsessed with tracking our budget.”

Paula smiled. “Then let’s make a list.”

We made an inventory of everything I had bought. Then, I called a moving company. The owner, Mike, was sympathetic to my situation.

“We had a similar case last year,” he told me. “A woman caught her husband cheating and wanted to take everything while he was at work.”

“I want the same thing,” I said. “But with one difference—I want them to be there to watch.”

The Revenge

I waited until Saturday, when I knew Jason and Mia would be home.

When Mike and his crew arrived, I knocked on the door.

Jason opened it, looking confused.

“Hi, honey,” I said sweetly. “I just came to pick up my things.”

The washing machine? Unplugged mid-cycle, with wet clothes dumped into a plastic tub.

The oven? Turned off right as a pie was baking. Now it was mine.

My vanity, my TV, the couch where they were lounging? Taken.

Jason stood there, speechless.

“Oh, and one more thing?” I smiled. “Changing the locks while I was still legally living here? That’s a crime. I could take this to court and make your life hell. But honestly? Seeing you two standing there, miserable, in an empty house, is way more satisfying.”

And in that moment, I knew I had done exactly what needed to be done.