Nancy believed in love, loyalty, and fairness in marriage. For two years, she handed over half of the rent, trusting her husband. When she discovered that he and his mother had been secretly pocketing her money, she decided to give them a taste of their own medicine.

A Perfect Marriage—Or So I Thought

They say love is built on trust, but what happens when that trust is shattered? When Jeremy and I got married, we agreed on everything being split 50-50. Rent, groceries, bills—everything. We were partners in life, or at least that’s what I thought.

Jeremy was the one who found the apartment.

“Babe, you’ve got to see this place,” he told me excitedly. “It’s perfect for us. Two bedrooms, modern kitchen, and even a balcony—only $2,000 a month!”

It seemed like a great deal, and I was thrilled. We signed the lease together, and every month, I handed over my half—$1,000—while he supposedly paid the landlord.

For two years, I thought nothing of it. Until one December night changed everything.

A Casual Conversation That Shattered My World

I had just finished a long shift at the hospital when I stepped into the elevator. My neighbor, Taylor, a bubbly 20-something, joined me.

“You live in Lorrie and Jeremy’s apartment, right?” she asked.

My stomach twisted. “Lorrie?”

“Yeah, Jeremy’s mom. She and her son bought that place years ago. She’s always talking about it in the building meetings.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. “Building meetings?”

Taylor smiled, oblivious to my shock. “Oh yeah, she never misses one. She brags about how smart of an investment it was and how Jeremy used to live there with his ex before you moved in.”

Ex? Jeremy’s ex had lived there, too?

I barely made it out of the elevator before the truth hit me like a freight train. There was no landlord. My husband and his mother owned the apartment. And for two years, I had unknowingly handed them $24,000 in “rent.”

The Setup—Planning My Revenge

I went home, furious but silent. I pulled up public property records and found it—Jeremy and Lorrie were listed as the owners. He had been lying to me from the beginning.

That night, Jeremy texted me:

“Grabbing drinks with Mom. Don’t wait up. Love you!”

Love? He had been scamming me for years, and I was supposed to believe he loved me? I felt sick. But I wasn’t going to explode. No, I had a much better plan.

For the next two weeks, I played my part perfectly. I laughed at his jokes, made his favorite meals, and even baked a pie for his mother. Behind the scenes, I was preparing for the ultimate payback.

The Execution—Taking Everything Back

December 28. Rent day.

That morning, Jeremy kissed me goodbye, his usual smug self. “Love you, babe,” he said, walking out the door.

I smiled sweetly. “Oh, and Jeremy?”

He turned.

“You really should have married an idiot.”

His eyebrows furrowed, but I waved him off. “Have a great day!”

The moment he left, I got to work.

First, I packed everything I owned. Clothes, shoes, furniture—even the coffee maker he loved. Then, I went to the bank.

We had a joint account—where my paycheck had been going every month. I emptied it. Every last cent. And then, using Jeremy’s money, I paid for my first month’s rent on a new apartment.

The Grand Finale—Leaving a Message He’d Never Forget

By the time Jeremy got home, the apartment was bare.

No couch. No TV. Just emptiness.

Except for one thing—a letter taped to the window.

Dear Jeremy,

Hope you enjoy YOUR apartment.

Since you and your mother had so much fun scamming me for two years, I figured it was time to return the favor.

My new apartment’s rent for January? Already paid—with your money.

Oh, and don’t bother calling. You’re blocked.

Happy New Year, loser.

—Nancy

Then I turned off my phone, walked out the door, and drove straight to my new home.

The Aftermath—Justice Served

A week later, I ran into Lorrie at the grocery store. She looked exhausted.

“Nancy, please, let me explain—”

“Explain what, Lorrie? How you and your son stole $24,000 from me?”

She fumbled for words. “We were going to tell you—”

“When? After I paid off your mortgage?”

She sighed, defeated. “Jeremy is devastated. He’s drinking, he’s lost weight—”

“Funny how karma works, isn’t it?” I leaned in. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to let me finish my shopping, and then you’re going to go home and tell Jeremy that if he doesn’t agree to repay every cent I gave you, with interest, I’ll be filing fraud charges against both of you.”

Lorrie’s face turned pale. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

Three months later, I sat in my new apartment, sipping champagne, looking at my freshly signed divorce papers. Jeremy had agreed to full repayment, plus interest.

Then came the texts from mutual friends:

“Saw Jeremy today. He looks miserable.”

“His mom is selling the apartment and moving to Florida.”

“Building meetings won’t be the same without her drama!”

I smiled, raising my glass. Living well is the best revenge—but getting your stolen money back? Even better.

Jeremy called me 27 times that night. I never answered.

He tried to text. Blocked.

His mother begged for sympathy. Ignored.

For two years, they had stolen from me without a second thought. But now? I was the one laughing.

The Moral of the Story

Ladies, if something feels off, trust your gut. And if someone tries to play you, make sure you play them harder.

Because in the end, scammers get what they deserve.

And I made damn sure Jeremy and his mother got theirs.