MY EX-HUSBAND THREW MONEY AT MY FACE—BUT THAT MONEY ACTUALLY BELONGED TO ME”
A month ago, my husband, Brian, decided he wanted a divorce. His words: “I need freedom.”
Fine. I let him go. No fighting. No begging. Just signed the papers and moved on.
I hadn’t seen him since—until yesterday.
I was in the parking lot of the grocery store when a sleek, black sports car pulled up next to me. The engine purred like it was fresh off the showroom floor.
I turned my head—and nearly gasped.
Brian.
Except not the Brian I remembered.
Gone was the guy in faded jeans and a grocery store name tag. Now? He was decked out in designer clothes, wearing a Rolex, and acting like he owned the world.
I walked up, genuinely surprised. “Wow! Looks like you’re doing really well for yourself!”
He smirked, pulled a hundred-dollar bill out of his wallet, and threw it at my face.
“Not your business.”
I stood there, stunned, watching him speed off.
Something felt off. Brian was a cashier. No side hustle, no rich uncle. So where was this money coming from?
And then—I found out.
The Unbelievable Discovery
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That night, I got an email from my bank. A notification about an “unusual withdrawal.”
Confused, I logged in—and my stomach dropped.
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$50,000. Gone.
I dug deeper, pulling up my statements. Multiple withdrawals over the past month. And then I saw it—Brian’s name.
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The account? Was in my name.
It was a joint savings account I had forgotten to close after the divorce.
And Brian? Had been draining it.
My Perfect Revenge
The next morning, I went straight to my lawyer. She barely blinked before saying, “Let’s fix this.”
We filed a fraud claim.
By the next day, Brian’s bank accounts were frozen. His shiny sports car? Repossessed. His designer watch? Pawned off to cover his debts.
And then—the cherry on top.
I ran into him again, this time outside his apartment complex.
Gone were the designer clothes. Back to his old jeans and a grocery store name tag.
He saw me and his face turned red.
“You ruined me!” he spat.
I smiled sweetly. “Not my business.”
Then, I picked up a hundred-dollar bill… and threw it at him.