“Can you imagine how crushed she’ll be when she finds out our shared apartment is already under my mother’s name?” — the man boasted to his mistress as he headed off to throw Katie and the kids out.
But when he saw who opened the door, he froze…

— “Maybe it’s time we moved in together? You promised me you’d kick your wife out of the apartment, but she’s still sleeping in your bed. I don’t like being the third wheel.”

— “Maybe you’re just stringing me along. I know plenty of married men who keep women hanging for years—yet they never get divorced.”

— “I was actually planning to talk to her about it tonight.”

— “She still doesn’t know she won’t be able to stay in the apartment after the divorce. She trusted me completely when we bought the place. She didn’t even read the paperwork.”

— “It was my mom’s idea to put the property in her name. She said it’s safer that way—because you never know what life brings.”

— “And she was right. Now Katie and the kids will walk away with nothing.”

David kissed Olivia.

But everything went differently than he had planned… Because when the door opened, he froze.

David and Olivia stopped in front of the apartment door. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the confrontation with his wife. He squeezed his mistress’s hand and rang the doorbell, flashing a confident smile. Olivia looked at him with hopeful eyes—finally, her dream was about to come true.

But when the door swung open, David was stunned. It wasn’t Katie standing there—it was his mother, Donna.
A sturdy woman with graying hair pulled back into a strict bun.

— “Mom? What… what are you doing here?” he stammered.

Donna looked him up and down, smirking.

— “Hello, sweetheart. I came to check on my property. And who’s the young lady?”

Olivia stepped forward, extending her hand.

— “I’m Olivia, David’s girlfriend.”

Donna ignored the gesture and turned back to her son.

— “Interesting. And where’s Katie?”

David fumbled for words.

— “I… I don’t know. She was supposed to be here with the kids.”

— “Oh, they’re at her sister’s. I suggested she take them there for a few days,” Donna said, motioning for them to come inside. “I have a lot to discuss with you, son.”

The apartment looked different. The family photos were gone, replaced by old paintings David recognized from his childhood home. His mother had already moved in—claimed the territory.

— “You moved in?” he asked, his mouth dry.

— “Of course. It’s my apartment, isn’t it? That’s what you kept saying when you signed it over to me.”

Olivia looked confused.

— “David, what’s going on?”

Donna let out a short laugh.

— “Son, maybe you should explain the real situation to your girlfriend.”

David collapsed onto the couch, pale.

— “Mom, we had a deal. The apartment is in your name just to keep it from Katie during the divorce.”

— “A deal?” Donna raised an eyebrow. “I don’t recall signing anything. The papers clearly say I’m the owner.”

Olivia headed toward the door.

— “I think I should go…”

— “No!” David shouted, jumping up. “Mom, this is ridiculous. I paid for that apartment!”

Donna pulled a stack of documents from her purse and tossed them on the living room table.

— “Here, David. Divorce papers. Katie’s a lot smarter than you thought. She looked into the apartment situation weeks ago. Turns out she figured out everything—you cheating on her, and your little scheme with the property.”

David opened the file with shaking hands. Everything was there: the divorce papers, a custody agreement for the children, and a letter from Katie.

“Dear David,
I found out everything. You thought I was naïve, but I did my own digging. I’ve known about Olivia for months. And I figured out your trick with the apartment.

Ironic, isn’t it? You tried to cheat me, but now you’re the one with nowhere to go.
Your mother promised to rent the apartment to me for the next five years at a fair price. She’s an incredible woman who believes in justice.
I’ve left your things packed in our bedroom—which is now mine alone.
Goodbye, David.”

David turned to his mother, disbelief on his face.

— “You made a deal with her? Behind my back?”

Donna crossed her arms.

— “Son, you’ve disappointed me deeply. I raised a man who cheated on his wife and planned to leave his kids without a home. Katie is a good woman who gave you two beautiful children. When she came to me crying two weeks ago, she showed me your messages with this woman.”
She looked at Olivia.
— “No offense, dear. But my son lied to everyone.”

Olivia stood near the door, tears rolling down her cheeks.

— “You told me your wife was cheating on you. That she was only after your money. You promised we’d start a new life together…”

David stood, furious.

— “Fine, Mom. If that’s how it is, I’ll go. But I’ll never forgive you for this!”

Donna gave him a sad smile.

— “Your bags are packed by the door. Katie made sure of every detail. I wish you luck in your new life, son. And I hope you learn something from this.”

David grabbed his suitcase and headed for the door. Olivia followed him, but then stopped abruptly.

— “I’m not going with you,” she said quietly. “If you could lie to your wife and your mother, you’d have no problem lying to me too.”

Left alone with Donna, Olivia broke into sobs.

— “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know…”

Donna placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

— “It’s not your fault. My son became someone I don’t recognize. But maybe this lesson will help him become a better man.”

That same evening, Katie returned with the kids. Donna welcomed them with open arms.
The family had been reconfigured, and the apartment was now a true home—protected by a woman who understood that justice mattered more than blood ties.

Meanwhile, David sat alone in a cheap motel room, staring at his silent phone, thinking about the moment everything fell apart—
when he opened the door and saw the disapproving eyes of the very woman who had raised him to be better than the man he had become.

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