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.
