Chapter 8
A few days after my miscarriage, feeling weak and not wanting to deal with these two, I turned and left.
I went home, quickly packed a few clothes, and booked a rental that had a kitchen. I also hired a part–time housekeeper to make some nourishing soup
for me.
The house was a small property I’d paid for in full before marriage. Since marrying, it had been sitting empty, with plans for my mother to move in when she got older so I could care for her.
To my shock, John had already moved Emily in, turning my house into their love nest.
at he didn’t realize was that to avoid any accidents at home, I had installed surveillance cameras.
Watching the footage, I saw John on the floor, painstakingly collecting the scattered ashes. I watched as they argued, pointed fingers at each other, and then got into each other’s faces.
It was sickening.
John, clearly driven by his baser instincts, couldn’t control himself even in the presence of his mother’s ashes. His so–called “filial piety” was just a
facade.
I wasn’t about to let this revenge wait. An hour later, my hired team arrived, unlocked the door, and threw out Emily’s belongings.
Including the two of them, who were pulled from the bed and only partially dressed, wrapped in sheets.
They were tossed out the door.
The locksmith changed the locks with a loud “bang” and shut the door firmly behind them.
Emily’s occupation of my house for over six months, without my permission or a rental agreement, constituted illegal entry.
For such serious cases, the penalty can be up to three years in prison or detention.
I had every right to evict the intruders.
Emily’s shrieks filled the air:
“Ah! My clothes! My cosmetics!”
“Ahhhh! Who are you people? How dare you throw my things out! This is breaking and entering! I’m calling the police!”
The commotion quickly attracted a crowd of neighbors who came out with lawn chairs and snacks.
The police arrived before she could call them.
Fuming, Emily pointed at the movers and yelled:
“Officer, it’s them! They broke into my home and threw my stuff out! They even stole my valuable items!”
“My things were stolen, and I want them arrested and made to pay for damages!”
My hired attorney, Mr. Stone, presented my power of attorney to the police and briefly explained the situation.
The officer frowned and asked Emily, “Is this your house or a rental?”
Emily dragged a crumpled John out from the corner. “It’s my boyfriend’s!”
John, looking pale, couldn’t decide whether to confirm or deny. After all, everyone could see they had been tossed out of bed, so the nature of their activities was pretty clear.
Mr. Stone timed his next move perfectly,
He produced the divorce papers and announced, “On behalf of my client, Ms. Sarah Black, we are filing for divorce from Mr. John Miller and reserving
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