To take revenge on his wife, the husband sold his share of the house to the first homeless person he came across, and then flew off to the seaside with his mistress: but he had no idea what surprise his wife had prepared for him 😨😱
— Meet him, darling, this is our local homeless man — the husband said with a nasty grin, 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, give him 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 her off. — I’m leaving for another woman, younger and more beautiful. And you will rot here, I don’t care. I only needed a son from this marriage, and he’s already grown up. My life is ahead of me. Bye, darling.
The day before, the husband had quickly arranged a contract with a familiar notary: he really sold his half of the apartment to the “first person who came along” — a homeless man named Viktor, whom he spotted near a supermarket and “bought” for a bottle and a couple of thousand.
To him, it seemed like a brilliant revenge: now, by law, his wife would have to share the home with a drifter. Handing Viktor a yellowed folder of documents, he slammed the door and a few hours later was already sitting on a plane next to his made-up, heavily made-up lover, dreaming of the sea and a new life.
But when the husband returned home, a terrible revenge from the abandoned wife awaited him. 😱😨 Continuation in the first comment 👇👇
When the door closed behind him, the wife stood in the hallway for a few 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 replied, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. — I… I’ll leave, if needed.
— No, Viktor — the wife said gently. — You will take a shower, eat something, and then we will talk.
A couple of hours later, sitting in front of her was no longer a dirty homeless man, but a tired yet ordinary-looking man wearing her old sports sweatshirt. The woman laid out the documents on the table that he had been nervously holding.
— You see — she said — according to these papers, you now own half of the apartment… but you yourself know you were simply used.
Viktor lowered his eyes in guilt.
— He said he didn’t care, as long as he could ruin your life…
— And I do care — the wife replied firmly. — Let’s do it like this: I’ll help you get off the streets, arrange a room in a shelter, buy you clothes, and you transfer this share to me. Fair and square.
A week later they were already sitting at the notary’s office. Viktor signed a gift deed, received decent money from her, and a referral to a rehabilitation center.
Meanwhile, the wife took care of other things: she packed her husband’s belongings into garbage bags and donated them to the same shelter, and transferred the car into her name.
She also called his workplace: calmly explaining that her husband had been behaving strangely lately, forgetting important things, selling property for cheap, abandoning his family and leaving to an unknown destination. Management quickly made a decision: the “unreliable” employee was temporarily suspended, and then fired.
The husband found out about it only two weeks later, when he ran out of money at the seaside and his card suddenly stopped working. His mistress, unable to endure it anymore, left earlier — she didn’t need the problems.
Offended and angry, he returned home, convinced he would now “put everyone in their place.” But when he approached the building, he didn’t recognize his own home: there was a different lock on the apartment door.
