My relationship with Logan was based on love, respect, and trust – or at least I thought so until I learned he deceived me about the rent money that I paid for two years.

I remember the day Logan called me while I was at work. “Caroline, I found the perfect place. It’s an incredibly cozy apartment. I know you’ll love it,” he said in excitement. “The rent is only $2,000 a month, we’ll split it 50-50.”

Honestly, I liked that arrangement and I was happy, not only because we were starting our life together, but because I knew just how much finding the perfect place meant to him.

Things seemed perfect, just like the apartment we settled in.

However, one unassuming day, the perfect life I had envisioned crumbled into pieces.

As I was taking the elevator, the elderly neighbor from downstairs started a conversation with me. “How are you today, young lady?” she asked. “I see you live in Mrs. Pierce and Logan’s apartment, right?”

I froze. Did I hear her right? Mr. Pierce was Logan’s mom. When I asked her what she meant, the neighbor continued speaking, unaware of the bomb she had just dropped.

“Yeah, Logan’s mom bought that apartment years ago! Rented it out for a while, then he moved in with his ex. And now, you guys!”

I felt betrayed as never before. For two years, I’ve been paying rent to my husband and his mother. It was $24,000 that he took from me over the course of those two years we’ve lived together.

This wasn’t something I was couldn’t get over.

I was ripped off by my own husband.

When he got home that night, I asked him when the due date for the rent was so that I could give him the rent money.

“December 28,” he said casually, not assuming I knew the truth.

Before I confronted him, I did a little research and went over public records, scrutinizing every document Logan had once proudly shown me.

That was it, the apartment really belonged to him and his mother.

On the day when I was to transfer rent money to my husband, I went to the bank and took $24,000 from our joint account. I felt like I was done injustice and that money belonged to me.

In the evening, I finally gathered the courage to confront him. I asked for an explanation, but Logan couldn’t give me one. He just stared at me blankly and bagged me to stay. But I couldn’t.

Instead, I left the apartment and started my life over.

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