Travis went white. His hand shook as he opened the folder and saw everything I’d collected. Bank transfer records, screenshots of Lily’s talent profile, printed emails about the house purchase…
all of it.
“Mia, I can explain this. It’s not what it looks like.”
“Really? Because it looks like you hired a child actress to pretend to be your injured daughter so you could steal $85,000 from me to buy a house with your girlfriend.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
For once in three years, Travis had no lies ready.
Mr. Chen cleared his throat. “Sir, I need to inform you that as of this moment, all jointly held assets are frozen pending litigation.
Any attempt to contact my client outside of legal channels will be considered harassment.”
Travis pushed back from the table so hard his chair toppled over. “You can’t do this to me, Mia. We’re married.
We can work this out.”
“The same way you worked things out with Lily’s therapy bills?” I countered. “Or the way you worked things out with Rachel behind my back?”
He looked between me and the lawyer, desperation creeping into his voice. “The money…
I can pay it back. Give me time.”
“Time’s up, Travis. You had a year to be honest with me.
Instead, you chose to lie every single day while stealing my future.”
That night, Travis packed a bag and left without another word. Within a week, Rachel had dumped him. Apparently, she wasn’t interested in a man who couldn’t afford mortgage payments anymore.
The legal battle took four months, but I got everything.
The house he’d bought with my money, his car, and every cent he’d stolen from me, plus damages for emotional distress.
The first time I walked into what was supposed to be Travis and Rachel’s dream home, I stood in the empty living room and felt something I hadn’t experienced in months: peace.
The kitchen had granite countertops perfect for kneading dough. The dining room had huge windows that would showcase wedding cakes beautifully. The spare bedroom would make an ideal office for taking custom orders.
Travis thought he was buying a love nest with stolen money.
Instead, he’d unknowingly purchased the perfect location for Mia’s Custom Bakery.
I hung my business license in the front window last week. Every day, I wake up in a house paid for by lies and turn it into something honest and beautiful.
Sometimes I wonder if Travis drives by and sees the grand banner hanging outside. I hope he does.
I hope he sees exactly what his deception bought me: a new life built on the ashes of his betrayal.
Because in the end, the universe has a funny way of evening the scales. He thought he was the con artist, but I turned out to be the one who got the last laugh. And every loaf of bread I bake in that kitchen tastes like sweet, poetic justice.
