My flight was canceled, so I came home earlier — when I opened the door, a woman was wearing my robe and asked me: “Are you the real estate agent?” — I nodded and played along, because it was time to organize a “showing” of the truth. 😱😱
My name is Anna. I am a flight attendant on international flights. My husband, Mark, is used to me being away for several days at a time. Officially, I am abroad right now and I’m not supposed to return for another two days.
But because of a storm, my flight was canceled. So I came home without telling him, to surprise him. When I arrived in front of my house, I noticed that the living room lights were on. The moment I stepped inside, I froze.😱
A woman was standing on the staircase. She was beautiful, elegant, completely at ease. What shocked me even more? She was wearing my favorite silk robe. The one my mother had given me.😱
Our eyes met. I expected her to scream. To panic. But she smiled.😱
— Oh, hello! she said. You’re early. Are you the real estate agent we were expecting? Mrs. Emma?
I was stunned. A real estate agent?
Why was an agent expected in my house? And why was this woman — clearly feeling at home — asking me that question?
My mind started racing. If I made a scene now, I might never learn the truth. I had to understand their plan.
So I smiled back. I discreetly placed my suitcase near the door.
— Yes, I lied. That’s me. Mrs. Lee, at your service. Sorry for arriving early.
— Perfect! said the woman, adjusting the robe. By the way, my name is Lina. This house is beautiful, isn’t it? My boyfriend told me he was selling it cheaply because it’s an urgent sale. He wants to turn the page after the bad memories left by his slightly crazy ex-wife.😱
My blood began to boil.😱😱 Crazy ex-wife?
— Really? I replied, keeping my calm. An urgent sale, then? And where is your… boyfriend?
She called my husband, and what happened next is beyond imagination 😱 😱 😱.
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Mark was still in the shower, and the woman said he would be out in a moment. Then she said to me:
— In the meantime, you can visit the kitchen.
— Of course, I replied.
She accompanied me into the kitchen — the kitchen I had designed and paid for myself.
Lina snickered: according to Mark, his ex-wife had no taste, and once the house was bought, she planned to tear everything down. The remark hurt me, but I stayed calm.
In the master bedroom, my belongings were already packed into boxes. Mark had begun erasing me. Lina sat down on the bed and announced: 15 million, cash payment. An insult. The house was worth 40.
The bathroom door opened. Mark appeared, wrapped in a towel, then stopped dead when he saw me. Pale, trembling.
— Anna?!
Lina understood then. I revealed the truth to her: I was his wife, not an agent. Mark had lied. I took out the property title: the house belonged to me, purchased before the marriage.
