Five years with Logan, and I thought I’d seen the worst—until he turned our marriage into a circus. We were solid once, but infertility hit us hard. I crumbled, feeling broken, while he drifted, more into weights and a flashy car than me. I kept trying to fix us, but last night, my pal Lola dragged me to a jazz club for a breather. The place was warm, music humming, until Lola’s eyes popped. “Logan?” she hissed. I spun around—there he was, tangled up with some woman, whispering and giggling. Rage took over. I stormed over, shouting, “Really, Logan?” He didn’t even blink—just grinned and said, “Perfect, you caught me. I’m with her now. It’s over.” Her name was Brenda, and she smirked like she’d won a prize. I froze, hurt swallowing me whole, until Lola yanked me out to her place, where I fell apart.
Next morning, I went home to talk, but what I saw was worse than the club. My stuff—clothes, photos, books—littered the lawn like trash. Logan and Brenda stood on the porch, smug as ever. “My grandpa owns this place,” he said. “You’re gone. Grab your crap and leave.” I loaded my car, numb, while Brenda gloated, “This house needs a makeover—too old and ugly.” I bit my tongue, keeping it together, when a sleek BMW pulled up. Mr. Duncan, Logan’s grandpa, stepped out, his face darkening. He’s a tough old guy who built an empire and always had a soft spot for me. “What’s going on?” he bellowed. Logan stammered, but Mr. Duncan cut in: “You threw Natasha out for her? This is my house, and she stays. You’re out—and cut off. No more cash for your nonsense.” Logan gaped, Brenda paled, and they bolted.
Inside, Mr. Duncan softened. “I came to fund IVF for you two, but I found this instead. The house is yours now—I’ll make it legal. Logan’s my failure.” I cried, grateful beyond words. Soon, the deed was mine, and Brenda dumped Logan when the money stopped. A week later, he showed up, a mess, pleading, “Call Grandpa—I’m broke.” No apology, just whining. “Live with it,” I snapped, shutting the door on his rant. It was pure bliss. He’s the loser now, and I’m standing tall.
