What I Found in the Glovebox Changed Everything, While borrowing my sister’s car for a beach trip, I found an envelope addressed to my husband. Inside: a $280,000 cash offer for a lake house—signed by my husband and my sister.
Nora claimed it was for a friend. I pretended to be her at the realty office—they confirmed the sale. The deposit came from our joint account. They weren’t just cheating—they were planning a life together.
I quietly froze our accounts, hired a lawyer, and filed for divorce. Our home was in my name, so James had no claim. The lake house deal collapsed. Nora disappeared. James was alone.
Eventually, I met Colin—a kind, honest man who reminded me what real love looks like. Years later, I found out they’d been blacklisted. I smiled. Because the best revenge is peace—and love that doesn’t hide in gloveboxes.
