Mike and I had been married for eight years. No kids yet, but I thought we were happy. I worked full-time, split the bills, did everything a good wife does.
Then one evening, I came home a little late, and there she was — HER.
A very pregnant woman sitting on my couch. My heart skipped a beat, thinking she was a friend in need. But the look on Mike’s face told me everything.
“Hey, we need to talk,” he said casually. Then he dropped the bomb: “This is Jessica. She’s pregnant. With my child. We’ve decided to be together.”
I froze. Then he had the nerve to tell me TO MOVE TO MY MOM’S while they took the house. I was speechless. My bl:ood was boiling, but I kept my cool.
I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Okay, I’ll go away.”
Mike probably thought he’d gotten off easy. Jessica’s smile grew wider. Little did they know, the lottery was about to hit them backhard.
I packed a suitcase with some essentials, and left without another word.
I drove to my mom’s house. The next day, I set my plan in motion.
I marched in the bank like a woman on a mission. I froze our joint account faster than you can say “cheating jerk.”
The look on the bank manager’s face when I explained why was priceless.
Next, I visited a locksmith.
I remembered overhearing Mike tell Jessica they’d be gone for three days, giving me plenty of time to execute my master plan.
My next stop: my house – the same cozy house Mike and I once lived together.
The puzzled locksmith probably thought I was crazy, cackling as I had him change all the locks on the house.
Then came the movers.
I gave them the spare keys and scheduled them to pack up everything I owned, which was basically everything in the house. I even took the toilet paper. Let’s see how Mike and Jessica enjoy using leaves!
But the piece de resistance? I had a brilliant idea that would make this revenge not just sweet, but long-lasting.
I sent out party invitations to Mike’s family, our friends, his coworkers, even nosy neighbor.
The invitation read: “Come celebrate Mike’s new life! Surprise party at our house, tomorrow at 7 p.m.!”
Then, I commissioned a billboard. It was delivered and set up on our front lawn.
In giant, bold letters, it proclaimed: “Congratulations on Dumping Me for Your Pregnant Mistress, Mike! Hope the Baby Doesn’t Inherit Your Infidelity!”
I stepped back to admire my handiwork. With a satisfied smirk, I sashayed away from the scene, eagerly anticipating the chaos that was about to unfold.
The next evening, my phone rang. It was Mike.
“Michelle, What the hell is going on? Why are there people at our house? And what’s with this insane billboard?”, he screeched.
I said, trying to sound innocent. “Just a little housewarming party for you and Jessica. Don’t you like the decorations?”
“Decorations? It’s a freaking circus out here! And why can’t I get into the house?”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, honey, you told me to move out, remember? You never said anything about you staying there. I just remembered that the house is solely under my name. So, I changed the locks. Oopsie!”
There was a long silence on the other end. I could almost hear the gears in his tiny brain trying to process what was happening.
“Where are we supposed to go?” he finally sputtered.
“Gee, I don’t know, Mike. Maybe Jessica’s mom would love to have you? I hear pregnancy hormones and in-laws mix really well.”
In the days that followed, I had the utilities cut off, canceled the cable, and made sure all our joint assets were transferred into my name. I listed the house for sale, making sure to mention in the listing that it came with a “bonus front lawn art installation.”
I had Mike served with divorce papers at work. I specifically requested the mailman to dress up as a pregnant woman. Just for funsies.
But the universe wasn’t done with Mike yet. Oh no, it had saved the best for last.
A week later, I got a call from Jessica. She was crying so hard.
“Michelle,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I mean, Mike told me you two were separated. And now… now he’s broke and homeless, and I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do!”
I almost felt bad for her.
“Well, Jessica,” I said, trying to keep the glee out of my voice, “I hear the circus is always looking for new acts. Maybe you two could start a juggling duo? You juggle the baby, he juggles his lies?”
She didn’t appreciate my humor. Tsk! Tsk!
As it turns out, when Jessica found out that Mike was now homeless, broke, she decided that maybe being with a guy who had no money, no house, and no future wasn’t such a great idea after all.
She dumped him.
Last I heard, Mike was living in a tiny apartment, trying to scrape together enough money to pay bills and feed his hungry belly. His family had cut him off, disgusted by his behavior.
They even sent me a fruit basket and a sorry card.
As for me? The house sold for a nice profit. I moved to a beautiful new place, started my own business, and adopted a cat. I named him Karma.
You Won’t Believe How Much John Travolta’s Daughter Looks Like Him at the 2024 Academy Museum Gala
John Travolta recently showed up at a big event in California with his oldest child. Like before, people were talking about which parent she looks like more.
On October 19, 2024, John Travolta caught the attention of many when he attended The Fourth Annual Academy Museum Gala with his daughter, Ella Bleu Travolta. Photos of the pair had people debating whether Ella looks more like her late mother, Kelly Preston, or her father.
John Travolta recently attended a big event in Los Angeles with his oldest child. The two posed together for red carpet photos, with Ella linking her arm through her father’s as they smiled for the cameras.
After their photos were shared on social media, many people commented on how much Ella looked like her father. One person wrote, “She is his twin! His beautiful daughter .” Another commenter noted, “All I see is her dad, lol. Like his mini-me.”
Some agreed with the comparisons, saying, “She’s beautiful! She has her dad’s eyes!” Others thought Ella resembled her late mother, Kelly Preston. One comment said, “I see her mom in her. Blessings to them. He seems to be a great father.”
Another user added, “The older she gets, the more she looks like Kelly Preston. What a beautiful young woman. You’ve done well, John. You must be so proud of her.” Someone else observed, “Ella’s resemblance to her mom Kelly is striking; she’s gorgeous!”
For those who had a different opinion, one person remarked, “She is the spitting image of her mom!” Another noted, “I think she is a perfect mix of them both. She is stunning.”
One netizen shifted the focus back to John, saying, “He is such a good man and a good father
When John and Ella appeared at the 2024 Paris Olympics on August 3, fans again noticed their resemblance. They attended to support the USA’s gymnasts, and many commented on how alike they looked.
One observer said, “She looks just like him,” while another remarked, “Look at his beautiful daughter, who is his doppelganger.” A third fan added, “She took his whole face!”
Others praised Ella, with one fan saying, “Wow she is beautiful .” Longtime fans of John, who remembered his role in the 1978 classic “Grease,” noted similarities between him and Ella. One fan said, “She’s John in Grease ,” and another added, “She is his twin from his younger days. Just watched Grease; never realized how handsome he was.”
Some fans also saw a resemblance to Uma Thurman’s character from “Pulp Fiction,” where John co-starred. One observer suggested, “She looks like she can star in Pulp Fiction.”
At the Academy Museum Gala, both wore matching black outfits. John wore a dark blazer, a matching T-shirt, blue jeans, sunglasses, and black shoes. Ella’s outfit featured a sleeveless black cropped top and high-waisted pants, which she paired with a black beret and strappy heels.
The pair sat in the VIP section with other celebrities, cheering for US gymnast Simone Biles during the finals.
In April 2024, Ella debuted her new bob haircut on Instagram, showing off her dark brown locks styled to frame her face. She playfully captioned the photo, “Fresh cut grass.”
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