Inside, things got worse for Carl. Anita was frantic, screaming into her phone about her frozen bank account. Then an old family friend, Linda, whispered something that shattered my world: Carl had been meeting with a divorce lawyer. The mop wasn’t just a thoughtless gift—it was part of a plan to humiliate me before walking away.That night, I found out that the house was in my name, and the majority of the business we built together was mine too. Carl had put it all in my name years ago for tax purposes, assuming I wouldn’t notice. Now, I held all the cards. The next morning, I packed his bags and told him he was leaving. His apologies were hollow and too late.

Just as he stood there, stunned, two FBI agents arrived at the door to investigate Anita for fraud and money laundering. Carl had known about it but never said a word. As he stumbled out with the agents in tow, I couldn’t resist one last remark. “Looks like you’ll need that mop more than me now,” I said.Later, with Linda by my side, I realized the full extent of the universe’s timing. I had the house, the business, and a sense of freedom I hadn’t felt in years. As we sipped wine, Linda joked about karma, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It was the mop that started everything, but it was karma that had truly made the final move. For the first time in years, I felt like I was in control of my own life again.