To take revenge on his wife, the husband sold his share of the house to the first homeless person he met and flew off to the seaside with his mistress 😨😱 But he had no idea what kind of surprise his wife had prepared for him.
— Meet him, dear, this is our local homeless man, — said the husband with a nasty smirk, opening the door and letting a thin, unkempt man in an old jacket into the apartment. — From now on, he will live in our house. Feed him, clothe him in new clothes. You can even marry him.
— What are you doing? What are you even talking about? — the wife turned pale.
— I’m tired of you, — he waved his hand. — I’m leaving for another, a younger and more beautiful woman. And you will rot here, I don’t care. I only wanted a son from this marriage, and he’s already grown; my life is still ahead of me. Goodbye, dear.
The day before, the husband had hastily drawn up a contract with a familiar notary: he really sold his half of the apartment to “the first person he met” — a homeless man named Viktor, whom he caught near the supermarket and bought with a bottle and a few thousand.
The husband thought this was brilliant revenge: now the wife would legally have to share the apartment with a vagabond. After giving Viktor a crumpled folder with the documents, he slammed the door and, within a few hours, was sitting on a plane next to his made-up mistress, dreaming of the sea and a new life.
But when the husband returned home, a terrible revenge awaited him from the abandoned wife 😱😨 Continuation in the first comment 👇👇
When the door closed behind him, the wife stood in the hallway for several minutes, just listening to the faucet dripping in the bathroom. Then she took a deep breath and turned to the guest.
— What is your name? — she asked tiredly.
— Viktor, — the man answered awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. — I… I’ll leave, if anything.
— No, Viktor, — the wife said gently. — Now you’ll take a shower, eat something, and then we’ll talk.
A few hours later, sitting in front of her was no longer a dirty homeless man, but a tired yet perfectly ordinary man wearing her old sports sweatshirt. The wife laid out on the table the papers he had been crumpling in his hands.
— You see, — she said, — according to the documents, you are now the owner of half the apartment… but you know yourself that you were just used.
Viktor lowered his eyes in guilt.
— He said he didn’t care, as long as he ruined your life…
— But I do care, — the wife said firmly. — Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll help you get off the streets, we’ll arrange a room for you in a shelter, buy you clothes, and you’ll transfer this share to me. Fairly.
A week later, they were already sitting with the notary. Viktor signed the gift deed, received proper money from her, and a referral to a rehabilitation center.
Meanwhile, the wife handled other matters: she packed her husband’s things into trash bags and delivered them to the same shelter, and transferred the car into her name.
She even called his office herself: calmly explaining that her husband had been acting strangely lately, forgetting important things, selling property for pennies, abandoning the family, and leaving for an unknown place. Management quickly made a decision: the “unreliable” employee was temporarily suspended, and later fired.
He only found out about it two weeks later, when the money ran out at the seaside and his card suddenly stopped working. Unable to handle it, his mistress flew back earlier — she didn’t want any problems.
Offended and furious, he returned home, confident that he would now “put everyone in their place.” But as he approached the building, he didn’t recognize his own home: there was a different lock on the apartment door.
