I walked into our house and found my husband with his ex-wife — what she was doing there sent me into a rage

Imagine coming home after a long day, expecting peace, only to find your husband and his ex-wife in your living room. That’s exactly what happened to me. But Melissa wasn’t just there for a chat. What she was doing was beyond anything I could’ve imagined.

Do you know the feeling when you return home after a day full of meetings and deadlines? All you want is just to take a shower, change into a fresh pair of pajamas, and sink into your cozy bed. It’s just the best feeling ever.

I felt the same when I got home from work two weeks ago. All I wanted was my bed, a cup of hot coffee, and the true-crime documentary I’d been watching. I was set to watch episode 3, but what I saw when I stepped inside made me forget everything.

I opened the door, hung the car keys, and began walking towards my room when something unexpected caught my eye. At first, I really thought I was imagining things because it seemed too odd to be true.

I noticed the couch was gone, the rug was missing, and even the bookshelf had vanished. I checked the hallway and the kitchen, and sure enough, most of the items were missing. The coat closet? Gone. The coffee machine? Gone. The dining table? GONE!

What the heck? I thought. Where’s Roger?

Roger, my husband, usually came home before me, but I couldn’t see him around. Then, I heard his voice, like he was yelling at someone. It was coming from the end of the hallway. From our living room.

I threw my bag on the kitchen island and followed his voice. As I got closer, another voice echoed through the hallway. It was a woman’s voice.

Not ready for what was waiting, I pushed the door open and saw my husband with his ex-wife, Melissa. The woman Roger swore he’d never see again, the one he called “a filthy rich spoiled brat.”

I felt like my heart had jumped up to my throat. Why was Melissa in my house?

“Roger?” I said, interrupting their conversation. “What… What happened to our house?”

“Oh, Liz, you’re here?” Roger asked as if he wasn’t expecting me.

“Yeah, I just got back,” I said. “What’s she doing here?”

“I’ll explain everything,” Roger stuttered. “I’ll fix it, I swear.”

Roger looked desperate for me to stay calm, while Melissa stood there smirking. I almost thought they were having an affair until Melissa’s words sent a wave of pure rage through me.

“No, you won’t,” she snapped at Roger. “Didn’t you tell her that everything you owned is mine?”

“I… I…” Roger stammered, lost for words.

“Well, honey,” she said, turning to me. “All of this furniture… it belongs to me. You see, your husband and I bought it together when we were married, so I’m just taking back what’s mine.”

What the… I thought. What does she think of herself?

She was practically destroying my house and acting like it was no big deal.

I remember staring at her for a few moments, thinking what kind of an evil person would enter their ex’s house and take away most of their furniture.

I wanted to scream, to kick her out, but I couldn’t. Not with Roger just standing there silently and watching as she humiliated me.

“And you’re letting her take everything?” I finally managed to speak, looking straight into Roger’s eyes. “You didn’t even try to stop her? And why didn’t you tell me she was coming? You knew, right?”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he lowered his gaze. He was too ashamed to even look at me.

“Seriously, Roger? That’s it?” I rolled my eyes. “I never thought you’d let your ex walk out with our whole life! This is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” Melissa laughed. “I’m sorry honey, but technically everything in your house belongs to me. Even the bed that you two share. I paid for all this stuff, so I have every right to take it.”

Yeah, right, I thought to myself.

It would be true if I said I’ve never felt this humiliated in my entire life. Can you even imagine what kind of patience it took to stop myself from humiliating Melissa?

I could’ve thrown every embarrassing secret Roger had told me about Melissa right back at her, but I wasn’t about to stoop to her level. I wasn’t going to be petty.

At that point, I wanted to ask why she needed this old, used furniture when she could afford a brand-new bed set, and the latest model of the automatic coffee machine.

She was wealthy, owning one of the most popular businesses in town, and she could easily afford a fully furnished house.

But I knew why she was doing it. It was all about humiliating me. I could see the jealousy in her eyes.

“Fine,” I spat. “Take it. Take everything you own. But don’t you dare contact me or my husband ever again!”

“Sure, honey,” she said, smirking as if she had won the biggest prize of her life.

I watched as she walked toward the main door and called the workers inside to pick up the remaining furniture. Then, I spotted a truck in our backyard, full of the furniture the workers had already moved.

Meanwhile, Roger silently watched the workers tear our house apart. He was helpless, and just as heartbroken as I was.

That’s when I came up with a plan to make Melissa regret her decision.

Right when she stepped outside to look at the truck, I hurried into the kitchen and pulled out a few frozen shrimp from the freezer. Then, I quickly hid them in different places including our side table, the living room chairs, and inside our mattress.

I even stuffed a few of them inside the decorative pillows. I only had to wait for a few days to see the shrimps do their magic.

You see, I knew she wouldn’t keep this furniture in her house. She was probably going to dump it in some storage unit, and I couldn’t wait to see how these little pieces of meat would turn that place into an unbearable stink bomb.

As the workers loaded the last piece of furniture into the truck, Melissa gave one final self-satisfied glance around, ensuring she had destroyed our house in every possible way.

“I hope you’ve taken everything that’s YOURS,” I said, my arms crossed.

She nodded. “Yup, I’m done, honey. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Sure, sorry, I thought.

And with that, Melissa left our house and drove away in her shiny SUV. Meanwhile, Roger sat on the ground with his hands on his head.

“I’m so sorry,” he said as tears trickled down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you. She called me a few days ago and told me she’d come over, but I had no idea she was serious. I never thought she’d do this to us.”

I sighed and sat down next to him.

“It’s alright, babe,” I said, caressing his arms. “I wouldn’t want to live in a house furnished by your ex-wife anyway.”

At that point, I could’ve yelled at Roger, blamed him, and made him feel terrible about the situation, but I knew things weren’t in his control. Besides, that’s exactly what Melissa wanted.

She wanted to see us fight and break apart, and I wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction.

“Instead of apologizing, I want you to buy me new furniture, okay?” I chuckled. “Anything I pick. I want to make this place feel like home again.”

“I’ll do that,” he looked up at me with a smile. “I’ll buy every piece of furniture that you want. I promise.”

I held his hand and squeezed it hard.

“I love you, Roger, and I’ll always be there for you,” I said. “We’ll get through this together.”

As we lay on the bedroom floor that night, I realized that I didn’t need Melissa’s furniture to make my house feel like home. I had Roger, and that was all I needed.

But the story doesn’t end here.

A few days later, while scrolling through Facebook, I stumbled upon a post in one of the local groups. It was from Melissa, and it was clear she was desperate.

HELP NEEDED URGENTLY! Does anyone know how to get rid of a horrible, rotting meat smell in furniture? I recently moved some old furniture into a storage unit, and within days, it started smelling like something died inside.

I’ve tried airing it out, deep cleaning, and even using baking soda, but nothing works! The smell is unbearable, and I can’t even walk into the storage room without gagging. Please, if anyone has tips, I’m losing my mind here!

I couldn’t help but chuckle while reading her frantic post. All her wealth, all her pride, and she was brought down by a few pieces of hidden shrimp.

It was the sweetest revenge. Served cold.

What would you have done if you were in my place?

Job Seeker Mocks Man in Wheelchair, Unaware Who He Really Is — Story of the Day

Marketing “high-flyer” Daniel’s unchecked ambition leads him to demean wheelchair-bound Michael, who he assumes is a rival job candidate during a corporate interview. This act sets the stage for a transformative showdown, highlighting the real value of empathy and integrity in leadership.

The lobby of the corporate building buzzed with energy. Daniel was confident and sharply dressed as he navigated the crowd, seeing himself as a future CEO. He only had to climb the corporate ladder. When he saw a man, Michael, in a wheelchair, he quickly dismissed him. He wasn’t competition for him.

As Daniel reached the elevator, he noticed the man heading toward it too. “I don’t think we can all fit, you know. Maybe you should wait for the next one,” Daniel said, his voice dripping with condescension.

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Michael responded calmly, “I believe we can manage. I just need to get to my office on time, just like you. Where are you guys headed?”

Miles, a recent graduate, and Robby, a seasoned marketer, shared they were interviewing at MakerMax. Daniel smirked, “MakerMax, huh? Well, good luck to you both,” waving them off.

Michael’s reply was steady, “MakerMax, you say? What a coincidence. I’m heading there myself.”

Daniel was shocked, but he retorted, “Is that so?” Suddenly, he blocked Michael’s path.”The elevator is full. Why don’t you just wait for the next one?” he added.

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“Full? How so? I have the same right to be here and to use this elevator as anyone else,” Michael wondered, frowning.

“It’s not about rights; it’s about practicality. And frankly, your insistence is becoming an inconvenience,” Daniel rolled his eyes.

“Inconvenience? I’m merely trying to get to MakerMax, the same as you. Is it my presence that you find inconvenient?”

“This is the real world, where first impressions matter. And frankly, holding everyone up isn’t the best start,” Daniel smirked.

Michael replied, “First impressions, yes. And what impression do you think you’re leaving right now?”

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Daniel finally got tired of Michael’s attitude. He fully blocked the elevator and said, “This discussion is over. You’re waiting for the next one. This is the real world, where the strongest win. You’re not getting this job anyway. I am.”

With a casual yet calculated push, Daniel moved Michael away from the elevator and led the others inside, leaving the man behind. He saw Michael’s eyes squinting as the doors closed.

The elevator ride was tense. Miles broke the silence. “You didn’t have to do that, you know,” he said, pursing his lips.

“Do what?” Daniel shrugged. “I did nothing wrong. The elevator was too crowded.”

Miles countered, questioning the necessity of Daniel’s actions, but Daniel dismissed the critique, telling him that people needed to seize every opportunity to get ahead.

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Upon reaching their floor, Daniel had another idea and quickly used a potted plant to keep the elevator doors open. This made the others uncomfortable, but they remained silent.

Meanwhile, Michael remained in the lobby, waiting for the elevator. It took a long time…

***

In MakerMax’s waiting area, Daniel continued to dominate the conversation, criticizing those he perceived as expecting special treatment. Robby was caught in the discussion but offered only a non-committal nod, his discomfort apparent.

Daniel interpreted the silence as agreement and emphasized the importance of readiness and resilience in a competitive environment. The atmosphere grew tenser the more Daniel talked.

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When Miles returned from his interview, Daniel quickly interrogated him about the experience. Miles shared that the company valued personal character and teamwork, not just professional achievements, and explained a more comprehensive evaluation process involving a second interview with the CEO.

Daniel was taken aback by the emphasis on character and team dynamics, so he began to reconsider his approach, recognizing that his earlier behavior might affect his chances, especially with the CEO’s direct involvement in the hiring process.

As Miles left for coffee, Daniel tuned to Robby and suggested, “Listen, given their focus on character, maybe we could help each other out with references? You know, stress how we’re team players, good with people.”

Robby leaned in, interested. “That could work. They’ll want examples, though, of how we’ve demonstrated those traits.”

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Daniel agreed, relieved. “Absolutely. Today was just a high-pressure situation. Normally, I value teamwork and respect.”

They shook hands, agreeing to showcase these qualities. Daniel just hoped no one would mention what happened with the guy in his wheelchair.

Speak of the Devil…this was my chance, Daniel thought as Michael had just entered the waiting area. Daniel stood and approached him, ready to act. “I just wanted to apologize for earlier in the lobby. It was out of line, and I was wrong,” he said, but anyone could tell he wasn’t being sincere.

Still, Michael accepted it. “Thank you. We all have moments of regret. The important thing is to learn and improve.”

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Daniel suggested, “How about a coffee? There’s a delay with the interviews, and it’s on the house.”

Michael agreed, and as they headed to the café, Daniel plotted, misinterpreting Michael’s acceptance as an opportunity to dominate. He couldn’t take any chances and didn’t want Michael to have a chance to tell the recruiters what he’d done in the elevator.

With a swift move, he pushed Michael into the walk-in fridge at the café and locked him in, ignoring the man’s protests.

***

In the interview room, Daniel met Isabelle, the HR specialist, who wanted to know more about his past. “Good morning, Daniel. Let’s delve into your experience. Could you share some highlights of your marketing achievements?”

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Daniel detailed his successes confidently. “In my previous role, I spearheaded a project that boosted our market share by 25%,” he explained, describing his innovative strategies and risk management methods.

Isabelle asked about his handling of workplace challenges. Daniel offered a story, but Isabelle probed deeper into its impact on his team. Everything seemingly went well, but the HR specialist mentioned a final round with the CEO.

Daniel licked his lips, nervously waiting. His jaw dropped when Isabelle returned, talking to Michael. She introduced him as the CEO, and Daniel’s face lost all bit of color.

“Sir,” Daniel stammered, scrambling to find the right words. “I—I had no idea. I’m so sorry for my behavior earlier. It was completely unacceptable, and I deeply regret it.”

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Michael’s gaze bore into Daniel. “I’m afraid ‘sorry’ isn’t going to cut it this time,” he said, his voice firm. “Your behavior towards me was not only disrespectful but indicative of a larger problem—a problem of entitlement and arrogance that has no place in this company.”

Daniel accepted responsibility, promising to change. But his confidence wavered as Michael spoke about the company’s values of inclusivity and respect. “Every individual deserves to be treated with dignity,” the CEO stated, still firm.

Daniel hung his head as he realized his competitive nature had blinded him to the true meaning of strength. “I didn’t realize,” he confessed, his arrogance fading under Michael’s steady gaze.

“True strength isn’t about stepping on others. It’s about helping them rise with you.” His words struck a chord.

“I never thought of it that way,” Daniel responded, his voice sounding gruff.

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Michael leaned forward, his eyes earnest. “Let me share something with you,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of experience. “There was a time when I faced challenges that seemed insurmountable. But it was through understanding the struggles of those around me, that I found the strength to persevere.”

Daniel nodded. “I’m terribly sorry. I was wrong.”

“It’s never too late to learn. And I believe that you have the potential to make a positive impact, both in your career and in the lives of those around you,” Michael said.

Daniel sighed heavily, nodding. “Thank you, I don’t deserve these kind words from you. In my pursuit of success, I overlooked what really matters.”

After what felt like a lifetime lesson in humility, where they also talked about Daniel’s actual good points careerwise, Michael came to a decision. “I can’t offer you the job,” he stated clearly. “You need to learn the value of dignity and respect, and sometimes that comes from facing the repercussions of our actions.”

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Daniel nodded, accepting the decision. He stood and said, “Thank you, Michael. This conversation has been a turning point for me.”

Michael shook Daniel’s hand and watched the now-rejected job applicant walk away. As Daniel left, he felt a renewed readiness to meet the broader challenges of life, equipped to change thanks to his new deeper understanding of leadership and personal growth.

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