After years of being stuck in a materialistic marriage with my ex-husband, Mike, I finally agreed to give him everything in the divorce. The house, the car, the money—he could have it all. What he didn’t know was that my plan was working perfectly, and I was about to get the last laugh.

When I left the lawyer’s office, I made sure to look the part of the defeated ex-wife. The pouring rain and gloomy sky only added to the image I wanted to project: broken, down on my luck, and empty-handed. But inside, I was buzzing with excitement. I gripped the cold door handle and stepped into the elevator. Once the doors closed and I was alone, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. A giggle escaped me, quickly turning into full-blown laughter. Mike thought he had won—but he had no idea what was coming.

A Marriage Built on Appearances

For years, my marriage to Mike had been empty, devoid of real love. He cared about one thing: his image. He wanted the fanciest cars, the biggest house, and the most expensive clothes. I played the role of the dutiful wife, but I had grown tired of it all. Mike wasn’t interested in fixing our relationship; he only wanted to “win” the divorce by getting everything material. And I was perfectly willing to let him think he had.

The cracks in our marriage had been showing for a long time. We fought constantly, and I could tell it was only a matter of time before he would ask for a divorce. But unlike most people, I wasn’t scared. I knew how this was going to play out. Mike thought he was going to win, but he underestimated me. I let him have everything he wanted, knowing that it would all come with a catch.

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The Day He Asked for a Divorce

It happened on a Tuesday evening. Mike came home late, as usual. I was sitting in the kitchen, pretending to scroll through my phone when he stormed in, slamming his keys on the counter. His frustration from work spilled over into our home life like it always did.

“We need to talk,” he said, his voice tight with irritation.

I didn’t even look up. “What now?”

“I want a divorce,” he announced, clearly expecting a fight. But I just nodded.

“Okay,” I replied, surprising him. He was taken aback, expecting tears or some grand plea for him to stay. Instead, I just gave him the green light.

In the divorce negotiations, Mike sat across from me with a smug grin, listing everything he wanted: the house, the car, the money. My lawyer looked at me, concerned, but I stayed calm. “Fine,” I said. “You can have it all.”

Mike was shocked. “You… you don’t want any of it?”

“Nope. It’s all yours,” I said, leaning back in my chair. He puffed out his chest, thinking he had won the lottery. Little did he know, my plan was just getting started.

The Final Piece of the Plan

As I packed up my things, I made a phone call to my mother, Barbara. She had been waiting for this moment. See, Mom had helped us buy the house, and there was a little detail Mike had forgotten: Mom had the right to live there whenever she wanted.

The next morning, my phone rang. Mike’s furious voice came through, “Your mother’s in my house! She’s taken over everything!”

“Oh, right,” I said casually, biting into my toast. “Remember that little agreement you signed years ago?”

He was speechless. Mike had been so blinded by the idea of getting the house that he didn’t bother reading the fine print. Now, he was stuck with my mom, and I couldn’t have been happier.

As I hung up, I smiled. Freedom never tasted so sweet. Mike thought he had won, but in the end, I walked away with my peace of mind—and he was stuck with the very thing he thought he wanted.