My Partner Wants Half the Rent from My Dad’s Gifted House!

When my boyfriend moved in, everything felt great, until he found out I owned the house. I didn’t think it would be a big deal, but his reaction led to a fight we didn’t expect.

I was eighteen when my dad gave me the keys to my own house. It was an old two-story building that had been in our family for years. This gift meant a lot to me. We weren’t wealthy, not at all.

Dad bought the house for a great price from his grandmother’s cousin, and I knew how lucky I was. Every time I walked through the front door, I felt thankful

The house had its quirks. Each floor was like its own apartment, with separate entrances, kitchens, and bathrooms. I lived upstairs and rented the downstairs to a nice woman named Maggie.

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She paid $500 a month—less than most places, but I wasn’t in it for the money. The rent just covered basic costs. I handled everything myself, which gave me a little independence.

Three months ago, my boyfriend, Jason, moved in with me. We’d been together for six months, and it made sense. His lease was ending, and my place had the space. Plus, it felt good to be building a life together.

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He was easygoing about most things, and we split groceries evenly, which worked for both of us. We never really talked about finances beyond daily expenses.

He didn’t ask about rent, and I didn’t mention that I owned the house. It wasn’t that I was hiding it; it just didn’t seem important.

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One night, while we were watching TV, a news story came on about rising rent prices. Jason groaned and said, “Man, landlords are the worst. They only care about money. It’s like they don’t think about people who can’t afford a place to live.”

I stayed quiet, sipping my tea, unsure of what to say. I didn’t know how to explain that I was technically a landlord. But I wasn’t like the ones he was talking about. I charged fair rent and didn’t try to take advantage of my tenant.

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Jason continued, shaking his head. “It’s just wrong, you know? People shouldn’t profit from something as basic as housing.”

I nodded, trying to change the subject as soon as I could. We spent the rest of the night like usual, but his words stuck with me. What would he think if he knew I was renting out part of the house? I didn’t want to make it awkward, so I kept it to myself.

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A few days later, I was cleaning the kitchen when there was a knock at the door. I wiped my hands on a towel and opened it to see Maggie looking worried.

“Hey, Maggie, everything okay?” I asked.

She frowned. “My freezer stopped working. I tried everything, but it’s just dead.”

“Oh no,” I said, stepping outside. “Let me take a look.”

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I followed her downstairs to her apartment. Sure enough, the freezer was warm, and nothing seemed to be working. I sighed, knowing it was probably time to replace it.

“I’ll pay for a new one,” I said. “Just send me the receipt, and I’ll reimburse you.”

Maggie smiled, relieved. “Thanks, I really appreciate it. I’ll go shopping for one tomorrow.”

“No problem,” I replied. “I’ll make sure you get the money back quickly.”

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As I headed back upstairs, I realized Jason had probably heard the whole conversation. He was sitting on the couch when I walked in, looking a bit confused.

“Everything okay with Maggie?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said casually, “her freezer broke, but I told her I’d cover it.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “You’re paying for her freezer? Why would you do that?”

I paused, unsure of how to answer. “Well, the freezer was here when she moved in, so it’s kind of my responsibility.”

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He frowned. “I don’t understand. Why is that your responsibility?”

I could feel the tension rising. “Because… it’s my house. I rent it to her.”

Jason stared at me, his expression changing as he processed what I just said.

“You own this place?” His voice was sharper, more surprised than I expected.

“Yeah,” I said slowly. “I thought you knew.”

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“No, I didn’t know,” he replied, his tone turning colder. “You never told me.”

“Well, it never came up,” I explained. “It’s not like I was trying to hide it.”

Jason shook his head, standing up. “I just… I can’t believe this.”

He walked over to the window, looking out as if trying to make sense of everything.

I stayed quiet, not sure what to say next.

The days after Jason found out I owned the house were tense. It wasn’t like before, where we’d laugh together while cooking or enjoy lazy evenings watching TV. He was distant and quieter, and something felt off. I didn’t want to push him, so I gave him space, hoping things would return to normal. But that didn’t happen.

One evening, I was cleaning up the kitchen when Jason walked in. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching me.

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“Still can’t believe you never told me,” he muttered, almost to himself.

I sighed, putting down the dish towel. “Jason, I wasn’t hiding it. It just didn’t seem important. You never asked.”

“Important?” He laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. “You’re a landlord. That’s pretty important. Don’t you think I had a right to know?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off.

“I thought we were on the same page. I thought we saw the world the same way, but now… now I don’t know. Landlords just… they take advantage of people.” His voice was tight, and he wouldn’t look at me.

“I’m not like that!” I said, stepping closer. “Maggie’s rent is fair, and I fix anything that breaks. I’m not some greedy landlord you see on TV.”

He shook his head. “But you’re still making money off someone else’s need for a home.”

I felt anger rising in my chest. “I don’t think you understand what I do. I’m not hurting anyone. I charge Maggie way less than the market rate. I take care of the place. I’m not some big landlord trying to exploit people.”

“But you still own it. And you still make money off her.”

“Yeah, to keep the house from falling apart! I’m not getting rich from this, Jason. You know that.”

He shook his head, standing up from the couch. “It’s all the same. It’s about power. You have something she needs, and you make her pay for it.”

The next morning, things came to a head. I was on the phone with Maggie, confirming she’d bought the new freezer and that I’d reimburse her. Jason walked in as I was finishing the call.

“So, you’re paying for that?” he asked, sarcasm thick in his voice.

“Yes,” I replied, keeping my tone steady. “The freezer was part of the apartment when she moved in. It’s my responsibility.”

He stared at me, frustration bubbling over. “Unbelievable.”

“Jason, I don’t know what you want from me,” I said, trying to stay calm. “What do you expect me to do?”

He folded his arms, his face hard. “I want you to stop being part of the problem. Either stop charging rent or give me half of what you’re making. If you’re gonna be a landlord, at least share the profits.”

I stared at him, stunned. “Share the profits? Jason, I’m not running a business here. The rent barely covers costs.”

“I don’t care,” he snapped. “You’re either with me, or you’re not. If you’re gonna keep profiting off people like that, then I deserve my share, too.”

Something in me broke then. “I’m not giving you half of anything. I’ve worked hard to keep this house running. If you think I’m going to start handing over money just because you don’t like how I manage it, then you’re out of your mind.”

Before I could respond, he grabbed the keys from the coffee table and threw them across the room. They hit the wall with a sharp clatter, and the next thing I knew, he swung his fist, aiming for the wall. The impact wasn’t strong enough to punch through, but it echoed in the room, sending a tremor through me.

“Fine!” he shouted, stepping back. His face was red, and he was breathing heavily. “I’m done. I’m not staying here, not with you.”

My hand shook as I reached for my phone. “Jason, stop,” I said, my voice trembling. “Just calm down.”

But he was already moving toward the door. I quickly typed a text to my dad: Please come now.

Jason didn’t turn around as he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The house felt silent, suddenly too big and too empty. I stood there, still shaking, listening to the sound of his footsteps disappearing down the driveway.

Within minutes, I heard my dad’s car pulling up. He didn’t ask questions when he saw me on the porch, arms wrapped around myself. He just pulled me into a hug, holding me tight as I tried to catch my breath.

“He’s gone,” I whispered, still stunned by how quickly it had all fallen apart.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of quiet knocking on my door. I still felt numb from the night before, Jason’s angry words echoing in my mind. I dragged myself to the door and opened it to see Maggie standing there with a small basket of freshly baked muffins.

“Hey, I heard about what happened,” she said softly. “I’m really sorry.”

I managed a weak smile, surprised she knew so quickly. “Thanks, Maggie. I’m okay.”

She handed me the basket. “I just wanted to bring these up. It’s nothing special, but I thought you could use something sweet.”

I took the basket, feeling warmth I hadn’t felt since Jason left. “You didn’t have to do that.

I Received a Hidden Camera Video from My Husband’s Secretary

Sabrina thought that her 12-year marriage to Mark was perfect, until an email from his secretary revealed a shocking secret. Hidden camera footage exposing a double life… Fueled by heartbreak and betrayal, Sabrina devises a plan to make Mark face the truth, and pay for his lies.

I’ve been married to Mark for 12 years, and until last week, I thought we had a perfect life. We don’t have kids yet, but I figured we were just focusing on our careers and would start a family when the time was right.

He’s hardworking, successful, and charming, the kind of man who makes everything effortless. Perfect, right?

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

But perfection is a fragile thing.

And last week, it shattered.

It started with an email.

The sender was Emma, Mark’s secretary. We’d met a few times at office parties, and she always seemed polite and professional. When I saw her name in my inbox, I didn’t think much about it.

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A woman sitting at her desk | Source: Midjourney

“She’s probably reminding me about some office brunch or something,” I muttered as the email opened.

But then I read the subject line:

You need to see this.

My heart dropped into my stomach. The email itself was short, almost apologetic:

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A brunch setting | Source: Midjourney

Sabrina, I’ve debated whether to send this for months. Mark’s a good boss, but I can’t keep this to myself anymore. You deserve to know the truth.

Attached was a video file.

I hesitated.

What could she possibly have to show me? A work issue? A personal confession? A recording of Mark doing something stupid at a holiday party?

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A woman sitting with her laptop | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t jump to conclusions, Brina,” I told myself, but my hands were shaking as I clicked play.

The video was grainy, the kind of security footage you’d expect from an office. The timestamp showed it was a Sunday, a day when Mark was never supposed to be there.

At first, nothing seemed unusual.

The camera caught him walking into his office, dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. But then two small figures appeared in the frame.

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A man standing in an office | Source: Midjourney

A little boy and a little girl.

I froze, my jaw open.

The children looked about four and six. Their faces lit up as they followed him inside the office, and when he sat down on the couch, he opened his arms to them.

He hugged them like he’d missed them all week. Then he pulled out toys and snacks from his bag, chatting with them and laughing in a way that felt heartbreakingly familiar.

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Two smiling children | Source: Midjourney

But these weren’t just random kids.

They were his.

They had to be… or at least very closely related. The boy had Mark’s eyes and nose, and the little girl had his chin down to a tee.

I stared at the screen, my mind racing. We didn’t have kids. We didn’t have any immediate nieces or nephews. How on earth could Mark be acting so naturally, so lovingly, with these children if they weren’t his?

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

And if they were his, then who was their mother?

The video ended, leaving me in stunned silence.

Mark had a secret family. My husband had a secret family.

For days, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have an appetite, and sleep was filled with dreams of random children showing up at our home, demanding Mark’s attention.

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A close up of an upset woman | Source: Midjourney

Even during the day, whenever I had a free moment, my mind would go back to the video. To the way he looked at those kids, and the easy affection between them.

I wanted to confront him immediately. I wanted to scream. To demand answers.

But instead, I called a lawyer. I just needed to know what the repercussions would be if Mark really did have another family.

Did it mean that our marriage was legal? Was he married to me or to the mother of his kids?

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

Then, I called a few of my close friends, the ones who always showed up.

“Sabrina, of course, anything you need,” were the usual replies, drenched in sympathy.

But they helped me pull myself together and come up with a plan. One evening, we all met at Hayley’s, my closest friend’s, house.

“He’s a lying, cheating, backstabbing…” she began.

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An angry woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Enough, Hayley,” I said. “I share the sentiments, but we need proof, you know.”

“What else do we need, Brina?” she sighed, pouring us glasses of wine. “Isn’t that footage damning enough?”

“It is, but I need to know everything. I’m not going to forgive him if those kids are his, but at the same time, I just need all the information.”

Mark didn’t just break my heart. He broke our marriage vows, our trust, and the life we’d built together. He was going to pay for it. Not just emotionally, but financially, too.

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A bottle of wine on a counter | Source: Midjourney

I pretended that everything was normal.

For a week, I played the part of the oblivious wife. I smiled, laughed, cooked whatever he wanted to eat. I kissed him goodnight, and waited for the right moment.

That moment came on a Friday evening.

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A woman busy in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Mark,” I said, curling up next to him on the couch. “We haven’t gone out for a proper date night in ages. Let’s go to our favorite restaurant tomorrow.”

His face lit up.

“That’s a great idea, babe. I’ll make the reservation. Don’t you worry about a thing. You just dress up and look pretty.”

“I’ve already made the reservation,” I said, smiling sweetly, digging into my warm cinnamon bun.

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A cinnamon bun | Source: Midjourney

But what Mark didn’t know was that I’d been doing some digging. Using the contact information from my lawyer, we found records of regular payments he was making to a woman named Sarah.

With a little online sleuthing, I found her social media and pieced together the truth.

Sarah.

Sarah was Mark’s girlfriend, and the mother of his children. It was confirmed. Those beautiful, happy kids… were his.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

Mark was a father.

Through some clever messaging (me pretending to be Mark), I convinced Sarah to meet me at the restaurant, along with the kids. I kept the texts vague and in Mark’s usual style.

Let’s meet at the restaurant tomorrow. Bring the kids, it’ll be a nice surprise dinner for him.

Poor thing, she didn’t suspect a thing.

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A woman texting | Source: Midjourney

The next evening, Mark and I walked into the restaurant, hand in hand. He looked relaxed, confident, like a man who thought he had his life perfectly under control.

Then he saw Sarah and the kids sitting at the table.

His hand went limp in mine. His face drained of color. For a moment, he just stood there, frozen, like a deer in headlights.

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A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

“Mark,” I said brightly, gesturing toward the table. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Sarah looked confused, glancing between the two of us. The kids just stared, too young to understand the tension.

“I’m Sabrina,” I said, turning to Sarah. “Mark’s wife…”

Sarah’s face crumpled in shock.

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A woman standing in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“What? Really? He told me that you were divorced!”

I slid the divorce papers onto the table.

“Surprise, babe,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady. “You’re going to sign these. And don’t even think about fighting me on it.”

Mark stammered, trying to explain.

“Sabrina, Brina… please, I was going to tell you!”

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Divorce papers on a table | Source: Midjourney

“Tell me what?” I snapped, cutting him off. “That you’ve been lying to me for years? That you’ve been supporting a secret family behind my back? That those kids are yours?”

The restaurant had gone completely silent. Diners were watching, but I didn’t care.

I turned to Sarah.

“I’m so sorry that you and these beautiful children got caught up in Mark’s lies. But now you know the truth.”

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An angry woman at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Sarah grabbed the kids and stormed out, her face a mix of fury and ultimate heartbreak. Mark didn’t even try to stop her.

“You disgust me,” I said to him before walking out, leaving him to deal with the aftermath.

The divorce was brutal. For Mark.

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An angry woman at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

With the help of my lawyer, I made sure I got half of everything, including the beach house he’d been secretly planning to “surprise” Sarah with.

His double life unraveled completely. Sarah dumped him, and his reputation at work took a nosedive once word got out. Emma even quit, unable to work for someone she no longer respected.

As for me?

I walked away with my dignity, my freedom, and a fresh start.

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A beautiful beach house | Source: Midjourney

Mark thought he could juggle two lives without consequences. He thought that I’d never find out. But honestly, how could I have been so stupid?

Mark always worked longer hours than most people I knew. And his boss was often sending him on business trips. Or so he said.

So, every time my husband had walked out the door for “work” on weekends or over the holidays, he was really just seeing his other family.

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A man using a tablet | Source: Midjourney

The thought made me sick. For years, I had been sitting and waiting in the wings. I had been waiting for Mark to tell me that he was ready to start having children.

And all for what?

Absolutely nothing.

Now, I live in a studio apartment, with a new black cat, like my namesake. And I’m trying to figure out how to reclaim my life, once and for all.

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A beautiful black cat | Source: Midjourney

I thought about getting revenge. But what good would that do? If anything, I just feel sorry for Mark and Sarah’s children. I still remember their smiles when they saw Mark. They had no business being sucked into this mess.

But that’s on Mark. And Sarah.

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Two smiling children | Source: Midjourney

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