My Ex-Husband Ripped Off the Wallpaper After Our Divorce Because “He Paid for It” – Karma Had a Joke in Store for Him

Dan and I were married for eight years. We had two kids and lived in a cozy house I inherited from my grandmother. I thought we were happy… but in the end, I was the only one who believed in “us.”

I’ll never forget the night I discovered Dan was cheating.

Our daughter Emma had a fever, and while I was looking in Dan’s drawer for the children’s medicine, I saw his phone. I wasn’t trying to snoop, but a notification flashed on the screen — a heart emoji followed by “I love you!”

I couldn’t help myself. I opened it and found dozens of intimate messages between Dan and someone named “Jessica.”

He wasn’t even ashamed. “It just happened,” he shrugged. “These things happen in marriages. It was just some harmless fun with my secretary. It won’t happen again. I swear. Trust me.”

I convinced myself to forgive him. I thought it was a mistake. I believed that forgiveness made me strong. But the second time? That broke every illusion I had left.

That was the moment something inside me snapped. “No more. Pack your things. I want a divorce.”

I filed the papers before he could come up with another excuse.

The house was never in dispute — it was mine, left to me long before Dan entered the picture. He insisted on splitting everything else 50/50: furniture, groceries, trips — even the smallest expenses had to be accounted for.

During the custody discussion, he looked at the lawyer and said coldly, “She can have full custody. I don’t want the responsibility.”

Once everything was finalized, Dan asked for one more week to move out. I agreed. But when I came back home with the kids to start our new life, I found a disaster.

The floral wallpaper we had chosen together — gone.

Dan was in the living room, ripping it off the wall like a man on a mission.

He turned around and said casually, “I paid for this wallpaper. It’s mine.”

“Mom?” little Jack asked with trembling eyes. “Why is Dad doing that to our walls?”

I took a deep breath and said, “Fine. Do what you want.” Then I took the kids back to the car and drove away.

When I returned that evening, the damage was worse than I imagined. The kitchen was empty — no utensils, no toaster, no coffee machine. He had taken every single thing he had “paid for.” Even the toilet paper.

A month later, I joined a book club. At first, it was just an excuse to get out of the house and feel like myself again. But the women there quickly became my support system.

One night, after a few glasses of wine, I told the wallpaper story. Every ridiculous detail. The bare walls. The missing toilet paper.

Cassie laughed so hard she cried. “Girl, you dodged a bullet.”

Little did I know karma wasn’t done yet.

Six months later, life was peaceful. The kids were thriving. I had moved on.

Then Dan called me out of nowhere.

“Hey,” he said smugly. “Just thought you should know—I’m getting married next month.”

“Congratulations,” I said flatly.

But weeks later, while walking downtown, I saw him holding hands with a woman. As they got closer, my stomach dropped.

It was Cassie from the book club.

“Oh my gosh, hey!” she said, pulling him toward me. “This is such a small world! I have so much to tell you! I’m engaged! This is my fiancé, his name is…”

I forced a tight smile. “Yeah, DAN. I know.”

Cassie blinked. “Wait… how do you know each other? Dan, do you… know her?”

Dan looked nervous. I cut in.

“Oh, yeah. He’s just my ex-husband.”

Cassie’s face froze.

“That wallpaper story… the guy you told us about… is it HIM?!”

She turned to Dan. “You are a walking red flag. I can’t believe I almost married you.”

I just smiled and walked away. That was enough karma for one lifetime.