My Husband and His Mistress Threw Me out of the Home — I Thought I Lost Everything until His Grandfather Phoned

I believed I lost everything when I discovered my husband, Brian, with another woman and he threw me out of the home. But then his grandfather, Richard, phoned with a scheme that would turn everything around and teach Brian an unforgettable lesson.

I always believed my life was ideal. Brian and I had been married for a decade. No children yet, but we were planning. We had a lovely home, prosperous careers, and an active social life. His family was wealthy—extremely wealthy. His grandfather, Richard, was the one who built the family’s fortune.

Last Monday, I returned home early from a business trip because I wanted to surprise Brian with a romantic dinner. I entered quietly, imagining his surprise when he saw me.

I heard sounds from upstairs—odd sounds. My heart began to race. I sneaked up the stairs, and when I opened our bedroom door, I found Brian in bed with another woman.

“Brian!” I screamed. “What the hell is happening?”

Brian jumped out of bed, hurriedly covering himself. The woman grabbed her clothes and rushed out of the room. Brian looked at me with shock and anger.

“Stacy, what are you doing here?” he barked.

“I live here! What do you mean, what am I doing here? Who is she?”

“It’s not what it seems,” he stammered, but his eyes gave him away. He couldn’t even look at me.

“Not what it seems? Are you joking? You’re in our bed with another woman!”

“Just leave, Stacy,” he said, turning cold. “This is my house. Get out.”

“Your house? Brian, we bought this house together. We built our life together!”

“No, Stacy,” he said, his voice frosty. “I bought this house. My money. My house. Now get out.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I felt like the ground had been removed from under me. With tears streaming down my face, I grabbed a suitcase and began packing whatever I could find. I didn’t even know where I was going.

I ended up at my best friend Karen’s apartment. When she opened the door and saw me, she didn’t need to ask. She just hugged me.

“Stacy, come in. Tell me everything,” she said gently.

We sat on her couch, and I poured out everything, between sobs. Karen listened, holding my hand.

“Stay here as long as you need,” she said. “We’ll figure this out.”

For the next few days, I was a wreck. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about Brian and that woman. How could he do this to me? How could he throw away ten years like that?

Karen tried to help. She brought me food and tried to make me laugh, but nothing worked. I felt like my whole world had fallen apart.

One night, as I lay on Karen’s couch, staring at the ceiling, I received a call. It was from Richard, Brian’s grandfather. I almost didn’t answer, but curiosity got the better of me.

“Hello?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Stacy, it’s Richard,” came the deep, familiar voice. “I heard what happened. Can we meet?”

I hesitated. “Why do you want to meet?”

“Please, just meet me. I can’t accept my grandson’s misbehavior and I think I can help you. There’s something important you need to know.”

I agreed, uncertain of what to expect. The next day, I met Richard at his favorite café. He was already there, sitting at an outside table with a cup of coffee. He looked up as I approached, his eyes filled with concern.

“Stacy,” he said, standing up to hug me. “I’m so sorry about all this.”

“Thank you, Richard,” I said, sitting down. “I can’t believe this is happening. I thought Brian and I would be together forever, and now this. I’m shattered.”

“Brian’s a fool,” he said bluntly. “I don’t know what he was thinking—I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior. You’re family to me, Stacy. And I want to help you through this.”

“How can you help?” I asked, feeling grateful but also puzzled as to how Richard could help.

“Firstly,” Richard said, “Brian lied to you about the house. He never paid for it. I’ve always owned it and let him stay rent-free. That just inflated his wealth and arrogance.”

I was stunned. “So, he threw me out of a house that was never even his?”

“Exactly,” Richard affirmed. “And that’s why I have a plan to set things right.”

I listened as Richard explained his plan. “Pretend you’re moving on,” he said. “I’ll pretend to agree to fund the renovations Brian requested. He asked me to cover the renovation costs. I’ll convince him instead to take out a large loan himself, thinking I’ll cover it later.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. “And then?”

“Once the renovations are finished, we’ll reveal that the house now belongs to you,” Richard said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. “Brian will be left with the loan and the consequences of his actions.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. It sounded almost too perfect. But I trusted Richard. He had never let me down before.

The plan unfolded seamlessly. I started acting as though I was moving on, immersing myself in work and reconnecting with old friends. Meanwhile, Richard played his part perfectly, pretending to support Brian’s renovation plans.

Brian was overjoyed. He and his mistress began extensive renovations, completely unaware of what was coming.

Richard kept me discreetly informed of their progress. It was surreal watching from the sidelines, knowing that this house—my home—would soon be mine again.

The day finally arrived. The renovations were complete, and the house looked more beautiful than ever. Richard called a meeting with Brian, his mistress, and me. Brian looked smug as he showed off the renovations.

“Looks great, doesn’t it?” Brian said, his arm around his mistress. “We couldn’t have done it without you, Grandad!”

Richard cleared his throat. “Actually, Brian, there’s something you need to know.”

Brian’s smile wavered. “What do you mean?”

“The house now belongs to Stacy,” Richard said calmly. “You took out the loan, and you’re responsible for it. The title has been transferred to Stacy’s name.”

Brian’s face turned pale. “What? This can’t be happening!”

“It’s happening,” Richard said. “You made your choices, son. Now you have to live with them.”

I stood there, feeling triumphant, and relieved, but also sad that my marriage was over. Mostly, however, I felt strong.

Brian was left in shock, grappling with the financial ruin he now faced. He had to deal with the hefty loan himself, and his relationship with his mistress quickly fell apart under the strain.

I moved back into the beautifully renovated house. It was strange at first, being back in a place that held so many memories, both good and bad. But I knew I had a chance to start fresh.

I reconnected with old friends and refocused on my career. Richard continued to support me, offering guidance and wisdom. His plan had not only given me back my home but had also empowered me to rediscover myself.

Brian, on the other hand, faced a tough lesson. He struggled with financial hardship and the end of his relationship. He was forced to reflect on his actions and the consequences they brought.

As the days went by, I started feeling more like myself again. Stronger, more confident. I was beginning a new chapter in my life, and though the pain of Brian’s betrayal still lingered, it was overshadowed by the sense of justice and empowerment I felt.

One evening, as I stood in the living room of my reclaimed home, I looked around at the beautiful renovations. It was a symbol of my resilience, a testament to the unexpected twist of fate that Richard had orchestrated. I realized that I hadn’t lost everything—I had gained a new beginning.

With Richard’s continued support, I knew I could navigate this new chapter of my life. I was no longer defined by my marriage to Brian but by my strength and ability to overcome adversity. And as I looked out the window, I felt a sense of peace, knowing that I was ready to face whatever came next.

What would you have done?