I never thought I’d be sharing this story, but here I am. Two years into my marriage with Theo, a truck driver, things took a drastic turn. While he was on a long-haul trip, Theo asked me to renovate a house he’d inherited. He promised to pay me back, so I poured $25,000 into it.

Three months later, Theo returned and blindsided me with a divorce. Worse, I discovered he’d been cheating on me with a woman named Lexi during his trips. I was heartbroken, but things got worse when he refused to repay me for the renovation, saying it was his house.

Devastated, I went to my parents’ for support. A few weeks later, Dad surprised me with incredible news—he’d bought Theo’s house at a foreclosure auction! Theo had neglected the mortgage and taxes, and the bank foreclosed on it.

I arrived at the house just as Theo and Lexi were moving out. With the keys in hand, I told him, “This is my house now.” He was speechless.

In the end, karma worked in my favor. Not only did I get a fresh start, but the house I poured my heart into became mine after all.