After years of enduring a cold, materialistic marriage, Nicole was more than ready when Mike finally said the words: “I want a divorce.” Obsessed with wealth, image, and control, Mike didn’t want reconciliation—he wanted to win. So Nicole did the unthinkable: she let him. She gave him everything he asked for—the house, the cars, the savings—with a calm, emotionless face. Mike was stunned, then smug. He thought he had broken her. Nicole let him believe it. But as soon as she stepped out of the lawyer’s office, her mask cracked into a quiet,
giddy laugh. Because Mike had no idea what was coming. What he didn’t know was that the house he clung to so desperately had strings attached. Years ago, when they bought it, Nicole’s mother, Barbara, helped with the down payment—with a legal agreement that she could live there whenever she wanted, indefinitely. The moment the divorce was finalized,
TV shows, and lack of proper cleaning supplies. Nicole just smiled and sipped her coffee, finally free. Mike had won the house—but inherited her mother with it. And Nicole? She got exactly what she wanted: her peace, her freedom, and a front-row seat to the chaos.
