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While My Husband Was on Vacation, His Mistress Knocked on My Door with a Baby in Her Arms

This crazy story happened to me a few weeks ago. OMG, you won’t believe it, but it involves my husband, HIS MISTRESS, me, and my MIL. Long story short—they tried to kick me out of MY OWN HOUSE!

Let me start by saying everything in this house is mine. I own the firm that funded every piece of furniture, every wall, and every window. My business is my pride and joy, and I worked tirelessly to build it from the ground up.

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Stan, my husband, never contributed a dime to the mortgage or the bills. This house, my sanctuary, is solely in my name. So, you can imagine my shock when they tried to take it from me.

It was a Wednesday evening, and I was at home watching a series while my husband Stan was on vacation in Miami. (I know you’re wondering why my husband was on vacation without me, but I’ll get to that later.)

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Suddenly, someone rang the intercom. I went to the door and saw a woman holding a baby on the intercom screen.

“Someone’s at the wrong door,” I thought. I opened the door and we had this conversation:

“How can I help you?” I asked.

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“I’m your ex-husband’s future wife. I’ll be living here now. By the way, this is May, his daughter,” she declared with a confidence that stunned me.

“Excuse me? What are you talking about?” I managed to stammer.

“Stan told me everything. You two are separated. He said I could move in until we get our place.”

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“That’s absurd! We’re not separated. He’s just on vacation.”

“Well, that’s not what he told me. And now I have nowhere else to go.”

“I’m sorry, but you can’t stay here. You need to leave.”

“Look, I don’t have any money or a home. My lease expired. I thought this was settled.”

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“Stan never mentioned any of this to me. This is my house.”

“He said you’d say that. He also said you could afford a hotel.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Apparently, Stan met this woman under false pretenses and told her that we were legally separated. He also claimed he owned half of my company and everything else I owned.

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When she got pregnant, he started spending his salary on her. I wasn’t alarmed because I didn’t know what he did with his money. Now, he’s in Miami on vacation, and her lease on her apartment expired, so she just showed up at my door with her baby.

“This is ridiculous. You need to leave now,” I said firmly.

“No. I’m not going anywhere. I have nowhere to go, and Stan said this would be fine,” she insisted.

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“If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police.”

“Go ahead. I’m staying right here.”

I didn’t know what else to do. She literally refused to step out, so I called the police and locked myself in the greenhouse. When the police arrived, she was unpacking the child’s clothes in the living area.

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She had also somehow called my mother-in-law, and she showed up too. They both started yelling, insisting that they deserved half of my house because it belonged to Stan after the divorce.

“This is ridiculous,” I shouted over their clamor. “You can’t just take half of my house!”

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“Stan deserves his share!” my mother-in-law insisted, her face flushed with anger. “After the divorce, he should get what’s rightfully his.”

“We want fifty percent,” the mistress echoed, holding the baby closer. “He told me everything. This house is half his.”

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm amidst the chaos. “You two need to listen carefully. Stan and I were only in a common law marriage. There won’t be any property to share after a divorce.”

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Their eyes widened in shock. “What do you mean?” the mistress asked, her voice trembling.

“We were never legally married. Stan lied to you. There’s no way you can claim any part of this house.”

“That can’t be true,” my mother-in-law gasped. “He wouldn’t lie about something like this.”

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“But he did,” I replied firmly. “He lied to both of you.”

The mistress looked like she was about to cry. She turned to my mother-in-law, seeking some form of comfort. “He said everything was taken care of,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

My mother-in-law was silent, her face pale and drawn. She finally seemed to realize the extent of Stan’s deception.

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“Let’s go,” she said quietly to the mistress. “There’s nothing we can do here.”

But before they left, I noticed the baby’s bottle on the table. An idea sparked in my mind. As they gathered their things, I discreetly picked up the bottle and slipped it into my bag.

The next day, I took the baby’s bottle and a few strands of Stan’s hair from his brush to a DNA testing center. I had a suspicion that needed to be confirmed.

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A few days later, the results arrived. The baby wasn’t Stan’s child.

I couldn’t help but feel a grim satisfaction as I scanned the report. All of Stan’s lies were unraveling. I took a photo of the results and sent them to Stan with a simple message: “Look who you changed me for.”

His response came quickly. “What does this mean?” he texted back.

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“It means you’ve been played,” I replied. “Just like you tried to play me.”

There was no response after that. I could only imagine the chaos that news would cause in his life.

In the days that followed, I started to feel a sense of peace returning. My house was quiet again, and I could finally watch my series without interruptions. The drama of Stan’s deceit had shaken me, but it had also made me stronger. I had faced his lies head-on and came out the other side.

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One evening, as I sat in my living room, I received a call from my mother-in-law. I hesitated before answering, but curiosity got the better of me.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice weary. “I had no idea Stan was lying to us all.”

“It’s not your fault,” I replied. “We were all deceived.”

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She sighed deeply. “If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know.”

“Just take care of yourself,” I said. “We all need to move on from this.”

As I hung up the phone, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. The truth was out, and I could finally start to heal. My house was mine again, and so was my peace.

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