I didn’t yell or fight. I planned.Fast-forward ten years: Alex proudly made the final house payment. Two weeks later, karma called—literally. Diane told him she’d transferred the house to his sister. “It’s in my name, remember?” she said.

Alex panicked. “What are we going to do?”I smiled. “We aren’t doing anything. The kids and I already have a place.”I’d saved. Prepared. And when he lost the house he never let be mine—I walked away.He moved in with Diane.I moved on.Karma doesn’t forget. And I don’t regret a thing.