My marriage was crumbling, and when I discovered my husband, Daryl, was cheating with his boss’s wife, he threw me out like I meant nothing. But he didn’t know I had a secret that would change everything.

Daryl had become distant, vanishing at odd hours without explanation. The tension between us grew unbearable. One night, I followed him to a fancy restaurant where I saw him passionately kiss Elsa, his boss’s wife. My heart shattered, but I snapped photos as evidence.

When Daryl returned home, he was cold, tossing divorce papers at me and demanding I leave. He even claimed he’d take our son, Isaac. But I had the upper hand. What Daryl didn’t know was that I secretly owned our home, inherited from my grandmother. I had kept this from him, following his mother’s advice, and now it was my ace.

The next day, I confronted him with the truth and the police by my side. Daryl was shocked when he realized the house was mine, and he had been paying rent to me for years. I also revealed that I had sent the photos of him and Elsa to her husband, which cost Daryl his job.

As the police dragged him out, Daryl screamed in fury, but I wasn’t scared anymore. I had taken control of my life, and he was left with nothing. Finally, I felt free.