My Husband Brought His Mistress Home to Kick Me Out – Little Did He Know, He’d Be Homeless an Hour Later

Instead of going inside like Logan, Brenda stayed on the porch and watched me. She couldn’t even hide her amusement. When I glanced up, she decided to put salt in my wound.

“I can’t wait to redecorate this house,” she sighed happily, crossing her arms. “It’s all old lady stuff, and so ugly.”

My face stayed blank. I was trying to think of anything of mine that might remain inside as I loaded stuff into my car. It was a simple sedan, so I definitely needed another trip.

Hopefully, Lola wouldn’t mind me staying with her for a while. But as I mulled over these things to keep from showing any emotion or breaking down again, I heard it: the rumble of a car pulling up behind me.

I turned around, and there, stepping out of a sleek black BMW, was Mr. Duncan, Logan’s grandfather. And he looked confused.