For two years, I split “rent” with my husband Jeremy—$1,000 a month each. One day, a neighbor casually mentioned that Jeremy
and his mom, Lorrie, actually owned the apartment. I’d unknowingly paid them $24,000. Furious but calm, I confirmed the scam,
then made a quiet exit plan.On rent day, I emptied our joint account, used his money to secure my own place, packed up,
and left a note: “Hope you enjoy your apartment. Rent’s on you now. Don’t call—I blocked you.”I demanded full repayment or
I’d file fraud charges. They paid. I celebrated my divorce with champagne and $24K back in my bank. No regrets—just justice.
