After My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me

Not long after, while I was still packing my clothes, I received a call from the real estate agent:

"Miss Wells, can you come to your property? There's been a situation."

The voice on the other end was urgent.

I quickly drove to the neighborhood where my apartment was.

What greeted me left me stunned.

The once empty apartment was now filled with furniture, emanating a cozy, lived-in feel.

And there was Luciana Hill, dressed in casual wear, glaring unpleasantly at both the real estate agent and me.

"Miss Wells, this is..." The agent looked at me, visibly uneasy.

My mind flashed back to a post Luciana had made some time ago.

"Thank you for giving me a home." The attached image was of my apartment.

Back then, I found the background familiar, but there were many upscale apartments with a similar style, so I didn’t think much of it.

I hadn’t imagined that Arturo Patterson, who had insisted he wouldn’t accept charity and that living in my apartment would feel like freeloading, would secretly let Luciana move in.

I swallowed my rising anger and was about to speak when Luciana chimed in first:

"This is the home Arturo gave me, Miss Wells. What are you doing here?"

"If I’m not mistaken, isn't your place a cramped rental? Arturo always wants to give me the best."

She laughed lightly, covering her mouth, her eyes filled with open scorn as she looked at me.

I couldn’t be bothered to argue with her, so I simply said calmly:

"This is my apartment. Please move out now."

Luciana burst into laughter:

"Your apartment? Zendaya Wells, do you think we’re all idiots? If it were your apartment, why would you be squeezed into that old dingy place? Scraping by?"

Then she turned to Clyde James from the property management, who had just arrived:

"Mr. James, you're here at the perfect time. The security is too weak. Anyone can just wander in. If this happens again, I might just file a complaint!"

The property manager quickly offered apologies, then glared at me:

"Miss, you’re disturbing the residents. Please leave immediately."

They really were taking over as if they owned the place.

At some point, a crowd of neighbors had gathered to watch the drama unfold:

"What's going on? Who's this woman causing a scene at Miss Hill's place?"

"Exactly, Miss Hill and Mr. Patterson have been living here for years. Everyone knows them around here."

"Could that woman be the other woman? Hard to believe Mr. Patterson, who seems so gentle, could be involved in something like this."

"Oh, let’s not jump to conclusions. Mr. Patterson and Miss Hill have such a good relationship. Miss Hill is so beautiful and gentle. Mr. Patterson isn't blind; how could he be interested in some scruffy country girl?"

The comments flew back and forth, filled with fervor.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Arturo Patterson stepped out.