I booked an $11,400 trip to Japan for my wife’s 40th birthday, only to get a sh0cking text from my daughter

I just listened, then said, “You’re welcome for saving you $11,400. Have fun with David.” And hung up. For the next week, I didn’t hear much.

They must’ve scrambled to make other plans, because there were no more calls, no angry texts—nothing. Until they came back. It was a Sunday evening when I saw their car pull into the driveway.

My wife stepped out first, wearing sunglasses though the sun had already set. The kids climbed out after her, dragging their suitcases. She walked up to the front door and tried the key.

Then again. Click. Click.

Nothing. I opened the door just enough for her to see me. “What did you do?” she hissed.

“Changed the locks,” I said simply. “Oh, and I forgot to mention—our lease renewal came in. Rent’s tripled.”

“Tripled?

You can’t just—”

“I can. I bought the house.”

Her face drained of color. You see, while they were away—or trying to be—I made a few calls.

I’d been eyeing our landlord’s retirement plans for months; he’d hinted at selling the place. I contacted him that weekend, told him I was ready to buy. The sale went through faster than expected.

The house was now mine—legally, fully, and solely. She blinked at me, speechless. “The rent’s three times what it was,” I continued evenly.

“If you want to stay, you’ll need to pay by next week. Otherwise, you can move in with… what’s his name again? David?”

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