Two years ago, I inherited my grandmother’s lake house. It wasn’t fancy, but it was my safe place—full of memories, peace, and love.
One day, her neighbor called and said a strange man was visiting my property. I panicked. No one should’ve been there.
So I installed security cameras.
Weeks later, my husband left on a “business trip.” That night, I got a motion alert.
It was him… with another woman.
Using my grandmother’s home like their secret getaway.
I recorded everything.
When he came back, he lied.
So I invited him to the lake house.
One last time.
There, I showed him the videos. He denied it. He cried. He begged.
Too late.
I gave him divorce papers and proof the house was mine.
By morning, he was gone.
I stayed.
I found my peace again.
Some places are sacred.
And some people don’t deserve a place in your life.
