Husband took his mistress to Saigon to give birth, 10 of his family members followed – I quietly made his whole family homeless overnight…
The day I married Ricardo, everyone said I was lucky. He was the eldest son in a famous trading family in Bulacan, his parents were good at business, he had many siblings, everyone had their own jobs. I was just an ordinary girl, not rich, not powerful, just gentle and hard-working. In the first years, I lived wholeheartedly for my husband and his family. All the money I earned was in his hands, I trusted him absolutely.

But as time went on, I realized more and more that my husband’s family did not consider me a member of the family. From small to big matters, I was pushed aside. They saw me as a tool to make money, and all decisions revolved around “family.” Ricardo gradually changed, became cold, often went on long business trips without ever saying where he was going.

Until one day, I accidentally heard my mother-in-law call. Her voice was full of pride:

“She’s about to give birth in Manila, the whole family is here to take care of her. That girl is gentle and hard-working. Completely different from that girl out there.”

I was stunned. “That girl” was the third person. It turned out that my husband had brought his mistress to the capital, rented a luxurious house for her to give birth. Not only that, the whole extended family of my husband – from parents, siblings, in-laws – followed, ten people in all, taking turns to serve, treating it as a grand event.

As for me, the legal wife, was left behind, no one cared.

I didn’t cry, nor did I make a fuss. I understood that once the whole family agreed to cover up the wrongdoing, then even if I screamed, it would only turn into a joke. I chose to stay silent – ​​but in my heart, a plan had already been hatched.

The three-story house on the street in Bulacan, both for living and renting out the ground floor for business, was their support. Before, because of trust, Ricardo let me be the co-owner. For a long time, I considered it normal. But now, it was the key to change everything.

I quietly collected evidence of Ricardo’s adultery: photos, text messages, hotel receipts, money transfer documents to his mistress. I arranged everything carefully, not missing a single detail. Then I went to see a lawyer. He looked at the file and said bluntly:

“You have enough grounds to divorce and request a division of assets. With this house, you can completely take full control.”

I smiled. No need to make a fuss, just need the law on my side.

While my husband’s family was happily in Manila, waiting for the baby to be born, I filed a petition to the court. Because they were absent, all the documents were sent properly, but no one showed up to protest. A few months later, the final verdict was given: the house was mine.

The day they returned, carrying their bags, their faces beaming with joy, holding a newborn baby boy, they thought they were returning to their familiar home. But right in front of the door, there was a sign:

“This house is no longer owned by Mr. Ricardo’s family.”

The whole family was stunned. They called me, screaming and cursing. I simply replied:

“Everything is legal. I have given in too much. From now on, I have nothing to do with you.”

The price of betrayal

Ten people who once proudly looked down on me were now helpless, without support. They had to squeeze into a small rented room on the outskirts of Caloocan. The voices of resentment echoed in that cramped room: the older brother blamed the older sister, the father scolded the mother, the younger brother resented the eldest brother. The newborn baby cried loudly in the midst of the chaos.

As for me, I moved to a new apartment in Quezon City, starting a new life. I have no hatred, nor do I need to retaliate. It’s just that they pushed me out of their family, so I chose to retreat silently – and took with me the home they were once proud of.

Whenever I think back, I feel relieved. My silence once made them despise me, but that silence was the sharpest knife.

My story has no noisy jealousy scenes, no sad crying. There is only one clear truth: those who sow the wind will reap the whirlwind. And now, they have to learn to live in homelessness – the consequence of their own selfishness and betrayal.