My Ex Got Married in My House

I thought we would not have anything to do with each other ever again.

I didn't expect such a matter to come up.

I immediately got out of bed, washed up, put on my backpack, and ran out of the door.

In building 6 of Lily Gardens, I stood in front of the elevator doors.

It was truly a mess.

The whole corridor and the lift were filled with all kinds of garbage. It looked disgusting.

No wonder all the other property owners were complaining. If I were one of the neighbors, I would have exploded a long time ago.

There were a lot of flowers outside No. 801.

I walked over to check the door and realized that the old lock had been picked. A new lock had also been installed.

That was why they were able to get in without a key.

I reached out to knock on the door, but there was no response.

I took out a small hammer from my bag and rammed it on the door. The noise was deafening.

I had to hammer the door a dozen times before someone answered.

"What the hell? I thought there was an earthquake!" An elder lady in her 50s poked her head out of the door and glared at me. "Why are you banging on my door during this hour? Are you out of your mind?"

"How dare you? Who said this is your house?" I stepped forward, forced the door open, and walked inside.

The setting of the house didn't change at all. But there were pictures of Derek and his wife on the walls. Flowers were scattered everywhere, which signaled that they had just gotten married.

"Who the hell are you? Who said you could come into my house?" the elder lady shouted as she walked inside behind me.

"Shouldn't you be in a mental hospital?"

I ignored her and began checking each room.

There were poker tables on the balcony and in the guest room. There were cigarette butts everywhere as well.

A karaoke machine was installed in the living room and the screen was still switched on. It was obvious that they had been singing all night long.

My body began shaking due to the anger.

I had spent a huge amount of money to renovate the house. I hadn't even lived in it, but someone else used it to treat his relatives.

I charged into the master bedroom and lifted the quilt. What I didn't expect was that there was only a half-naked woman lying there.

The woman screamed and quickly used the quilt to cover herself.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you in my house?"

It seemed that the woman was still kept in the dark about who was the real owner of the house.

I took out my phone and recorded everything in the house. From the bedroom to the living and both women were included as well. I focused on the damaged parts of the house as well.

The elder lady chased me and wanted to snatch my phone. "What are you filming? This is my house. You have no right to..."

I couldn't stand her anymore and shouted, “Stop talking nonsense! This is my house, you fool!”

The elder lady looked at me as if she was looking at an idiot. Her voice was full of disdain. "Which mental hospital did you come out of? My son-in-law bought this house for me! Are you imagining things?"

The other woman had gotten dressed and charged out of the room as well. She pointed at me and cursed, "You were filming in my room. You've invaded my privacy! Don't you know that's against the law?"

'Two complete idiots!'

I suddenly realized that one would actually laugh when rendered speechless.

"You are the ones who have broken the law!"