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I Thought My Husband Was Paying Our Mortgage — Then I Got an Eviction Notice

Belle thinks her husband, Jeffrey, is paying the mortgage until an eviction notice shatters her world. Desperate for answers, she uncovers a gut-wrenching betrayal, including drained bank accounts and a high-stakes scam. With her home and heart on the lin

The wild thing is, you never think it'll happen to you.

You hear stories about women waking up to find out their husbands have secret lives, secret bank accounts, secret... everything. But that's just stories, right? Something that happens to other people.

A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

That's what I thought. Until I came home and found the eviction notice taped to our front door. I stood there, the packets of takeout in my hands, ready to fall to the ground and ruin everything.

But everything was already ruined, wasn't it? Or maybe it was a mistake. A huge, life-altering mistake.

FINAL NOTICE: PROPERTY TO BE SEIZED IN 30 DAYS.

 
A piece of paper taped onto a front door | Source: Midjourney

A piece of paper taped onto a front door | Source: Midjourney

The words didn't make sense at first. I blinked, reading them over and over like that would make them rearrange themselves into something reasonable. Like they'd tell me this was some kind of mistake.

Because it had to be a mistake.

It just had to be.

Jeffrey, my husband, and I were responsible adults. We had two kids, Gemma and Gavin, and a life that we had built together from the ground up. For eleven years, our financial arrangement had worked.

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

 

I covered the groceries, utilities, school supplies, and everything the kids needed. Jeffrey handled the mortgage, and sometimes, he was responsible for fueling up my car.

It was balanced.

It made sense.

It worked.

But this? This had to be an error. It was probably taped on the wrong door.

A man at a gas station | Source: Midjourney

A man at a gas station | Source: Midjourney

Staring at that cold, official piece of paper, my hands started to shake. What if this was really happening? Where would we go? What would we do? What about the kids?

I went inside the house, taking the damned note with me. I was starting to panic.

 

"Mom, did you get dinner?" Gavin asked, standing in the hallway with his headphones.

"I did, honey," I said. "It's all in the kitchen. Go and help yourself. I'm just going to wait for Dad to eat."

Takeout containers on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

Takeout containers on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

He nodded and went to his sister's room to get her so that they could eat together.

As for me? I was losing it. My hands were shaking. My mind was racing.

What the hell, Jeff? I thought.

Later, the front door opened, and I knew it was time for the explanation, or at least, whatever Jeffrey attempted to explain.

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