Bella and Louis clawed their way from ramen nights to a “dream” two-story with a white fence. Soon after moving in, their elderly neighbor Ruth kept pulling Louis over for “help,” and he started spending more time next door than at home. Bella’s unease grew.

One Saturday, Bella followed—and saw Louis kissing a young blonde in Ruth’s garden while Ruth arrived with three lemonades. Confronted, Louis claimed it wasn’t what it looked like; the girl, Liza, said he’d told her he was divorced. Ruth admitted she’d set them up, sneering that a “better wife” would’ve kept him.

Bella bagged his things, told him not to come home, then filed for divorce. They sold the house and split the proceeds. Louis begged; she refused. Betrayal was his choice—leaving was hers.

Weeks later, Ruth was the one yelling that Louis had betrayed them too. Liza had been used, just like Bella. In losing the house and the marriage, Bella found something better: the freedom to start over on her own terms.