I hired a private investigator to track Antwan's movements over the past few months and to check the surveillance near Jennifer's home.
I spent tens of thousands, feeling a rush of excitement at catching him red-handed.
How fortunate that I hadn't divorced yet. Catching Antwan cheating while still married would ruin him.
When I got home, the housekeeper I hired had already packed up Antwan's belongings.
This house was bought with my dad's money, so naturally, it belonged to me. When we divorced, it would be Antwan who had to leave.
"Madam, everything's packed up. What would you like me to do with it?" asked the housekeeper.
I took out my phone and recorded a video for Antwan. [These are your things. Do you want them thrown out, or should I send them to you?]
[What gives you the right to touch my stuff?] He texted back.
[Give me your new address. If you don't respond in three minutes, it's going in the trash.]
Antwan didn't reply again, so I blocked him.
"Could you please leave them next to the trash cans outside?" I pointed to the bins on the street.
I was always punctual.
After the housekeeper finished cleaning and left, my home finally felt a bit more peaceful.