My Husband Created a New Schedule for Me to ‘Become a Better Wife’ — I Taught Him a Good Lesson in Response

I LET A HOMELESS WOMAN STAY IN MY GARAGE – ONE DAY I WALKED IN WITHOUT KNOCKING

I had everything that money could buy—a sprawling estate, luxury cars, and enough wealth to last a lifetime. But despite it all, there was a hollow feeling inside me that nothing seemed to fill. At sixty-one, I was beginning to realize that material success wasn’t enough. I had never had a family, never found someone who wanted me for anything other than the fortune I’d inherited. The loneliness weighed heavily on me, more than I cared to admit.

It was while I was driving through the city one afternoon that I noticed her—a disheveled woman bent over a trash can, rummaging through discarded bags. I wasn’t sure why I even slowed down to look. People like her were everywhere, blending into the background of the busy streets. But something about her caught my attention. There was a determination in the way she moved, a fierceness in her frail frame that seemed to defy her circumstances.

Before I knew what I was doing, I pulled over and rolled down the window. She looked up, startled, her wide eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, I thought she might run, but instead, she stood up straight, brushing the dirt from her faded jeans. She didn’t say anything, just stared at me warily.

“Do you need help?” I asked, my voice sounding strange even to my own ears. I wasn’t one to talk to strangers, let alone offer help to someone in her situation.

“You offering?” she shot back, her voice sharp, but there was a weariness in her tone, like she’d heard every false promise the world had to offer.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, stepping out of the car. “I just saw you there, and… well, it didn’t seem right.”

She crossed her arms and studied me, clearly unsure of my intentions. “What’s not right is life,” she muttered. “And cheating, no-good husbands in particular. But you don’t strike me as someone who knows much about that.”

Her words stung, even though she had no idea how close to the truth she was. I shook my head. “Maybe not,” I said softly. “But do you have a place to go tonight?”

She hesitated for a long moment, her gaze flicking away before returning to meet mine. “No.”

The single word hung in the air between us, heavier than I’d expected. Without thinking, I blurted out, “I have a garage—well, more like a guest house. You can stay there for the night if you want.”

She looked at me, surprised. “I don’t take charity.”

“It’s not charity,” I said quickly. “It’s just a place to stay for a night. No strings attached.”

She looked unsure, but after a moment she nodded. “Okay. Just for one night. I’m Lexi, by the way.”

The drive back to my estate was quiet. Lexi sat with her arms wrapped around herself, staring out the window, and I couldn’t help but wonder what I was getting myself into. When we arrived, I led her to the small guest house. It wasn’t much, but it was warm and had food in the fridge.

“Thanks,” she mumbled before disappearing inside.

Over the next few days, Lexi stayed in the garage. We occasionally shared meals, and I found myself drawn to her resilience. There was something about her spirit that intrigued me, despite the hard life she’d clearly lived. One evening, as we sat over dinner, she began to open up.

“I used to be an artist,” she said, her voice soft. “I had a small gallery, a few shows… but it all fell apart.”

“What happened?” I asked.

She gave a bitter laugh. “My husband left me for a younger woman, got her pregnant, and kicked me out. Everything just unraveled after that.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, unsure of what else to offer.

“It’s in the past,” she shrugged, but I could tell the pain was still fresh.

As days turned into weeks, I found myself looking forward to our conversations. Lexi’s wit and humor brightened the loneliness of my life, and slowly, the hollow inside me began to shrink.

Then one afternoon, everything changed.

I had been searching for something in the garage when I walked in without knocking. What I saw stopped me cold. The floor was covered in paintings, all of me—grotesque versions of me. In one, I was bound in chains; in another, blood poured from my eyes. One depicted me lying in a casket. My stomach turned. Was this how Lexi really saw me?

That evening, I confronted her at dinner. “Lexi, what the hell are those paintings?”

Her fork clattered to her plate, and she looked up at me, startled. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw them—the paintings of me. The chains, the blood, the coffin. Is that how you see me?”

Her face went pale. “I didn’t mean for you to see those,” she stammered.

“Well, I did,” I said, my voice cold. “Is that what you think of me?”

“No,” she whispered, wiping at her eyes. “I was just angry. I’ve lost everything, and you have so much. It wasn’t fair, and I… I needed to let it out.”

I sat back, struggling with my emotions. I wanted to understand, to forgive her, but the images haunted me. Finally, I spoke. “I think it’s time for you to go.”

Lexi looked devastated, but she didn’t argue. The next morning, I drove her to a nearby shelter, handing her some money before she left.

Weeks passed, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of regret. Then one day, a package arrived. Inside was a painting—a serene, peaceful portrait of me. There was also a note, signed by Lexi.

I hesitated for a moment before dialing the number on the note. When she picked up, I cleared my throat. “Lexi, I got your painting. It’s beautiful.”

We talked, and by the end of the call, we had plans to meet again. Perhaps, just perhaps, we had a second chance to start over.

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