His mother collapsed into a nearby chair, face pale! Lexie backed away slowly, heels clicking, then bolted out the back door! I stayed for twenty minutes, calmly chatting to our shocked guests.
Telling them what I knew about the house and Lexie. Then I drove home. The next morning, Matt showed up at my driveway.
Bags packed. Face hollow. “Rachel,” he whispered, begging.
“Please. I’m sorry. She’s gone.
I don’t have anyone. I didn’t mean for this to happen—”
I handed him an envelope. Inside: divorce papers.
Reimbursement demand with every expense from his “treatment.” Even the catered lasagna! “You wanted a new home,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Now you can live in it, alone.”
He dropped to his knees right there on our lawn!
I turned, walked inside, and locked the door. Two weeks later, I sat in my lawyer’s office opening a new account. I called it the “New Beginnings Fund.”
I deposited half the money he paid back.
The rest I spent on a vacation overseas. In the end, he faked his sickness, and I cured mine. I stopped loving a liar.
In the following story, a woman’s husband hires a woman claiming she’s a caregiver, only for the wife to discover she’s his lover. When the wife finds out the truth, she makes a cunning plan, assisted by her mother-in-law.
