At sunrise, I watched Jake sleep peacefully—untouched by the bills we couldn’t pay. “I’m depositing the money today,”
I reminded him. He smiled, spun dreams of a farm, fame, and a better school for our son, Benny.
I’d just sold my late parents’ lake house and planned to empty my savings—for our dream.
As I left, we’d accidentally swapped phones. At the bus stop, a call lit up: ALEX. I didn’t know an Alex.
“Hey baby,” a woman’s voice purred. “I’ve been waiting all night…”
My blood ran cold.
Instead of the bank, I sat in a café, scrolling Jake’s texts. “Miss you already.” “Can’t wait to start our life.”
I went home, placed his phone on the table, and waited. He grabbed it and left with a kissless goodbye.
I followed him to a house. A blonde woman hugged him tightly. When he left, I knocked.
“I’m Jake’s wife,” I told her.
“Wife?” she gasped.
Jake had promised her a future too. She’d sold her inheritance, just like I had.
“We let him think he still has us,” I said. “Then take back what’s ours.”
We staged a meeting. I hid in a wig nearby. Jake charmed her, asked about money. She dropped her napkin—my cue.
I stepped in. “Hi, honey.”
His face froze.
“I didn’t send a cent,” I told him, tossing a dollar on the table.
Alex and I walked away, smiling.
“Pizza?” she asked.
“With wine,” I said.
Two women, finally free. Reclaiming our power—together.
