When her husband suggested selling her beloved apartment to fund a house under his mother’s name, she reluctantly agreed, but only to play along. What her husband and mother-in-law didn’t realize was that their betrayal would spark a plan.
The apartment had been my dream, a sleek, sunlit place in the heart of the city. I worked long hours and saved for years to make it mine.
It wasn’t just a home; it was proof of my independence.
When I married Jack three years ago, I invited him to move in with me. He was charming, kind, and everything I thought I wanted in a partner.
At first, life seemed perfect. But Jack came with baggage.
His family, especially his mother, Linda, was a constant source of tension. Linda never hid her dislike for me. She thought I wasn’t good enough for her “perfect boy.”
Over time, her comments became sharper, her visits more frequent, and her interference less subtle.
Jack always brushed it off. “That’s just how she is,” he’d say.
But lately, Linda’s meddling had become unbearable. She pushed her luck too far at Sunday dinner.
The smell of roasted chicken filled the air as we sat around the oversized dining table at Jack’s parents’ house.
Linda had gone all out, as usual, plating everything like it belonged in a magazine.
“Well, isn’t this lovely?” Linda said, her sharp eyes scanning me from head to toe. “You should really take notes, dear. A good home-cooked meal keeps a husband happy.”
I bit back a reply, knowing it wasn’t worth the argument.
Jack, as always, laughed nervously and changed the subject.
Midway through dinner, Jack cleared his throat. “Babe, I’ve got something exciting to share.”
“Oh?” I said, setting my fork down. His tone was overly cheerful, which usually meant trouble.
“Mom had this amazing idea,” he began.
Linda perked up, practically glowing. “We’ve been thinking—it makes so much sense. What if we sell your apartment and my parents’ house, and pool the money to buy a bigger place?
You know, one big house for all of us. Mom, Dad, us—maybe even my brother if he needs a place.”
I froze. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, don’t look so surprised!” Linda chimed in, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.
“It’s such a logical solution. Family should stick together. Plus, think of the savings!”
I looked at Jack, hoping he was joking.
But his grin told me he was serious. “Who would own the house?” I asked, though I already dreaded the answer.
“Mom, obviously,” Jack said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “It just makes sense since she’s the head of the family.”
I felt my chest tighten.
“So let me get this straight. You want me to sell my apartment, which I worked my whole life for, so we can buy a house that your mom would own?”
“Babe,” Jack said, laughing awkwardly, “it’s just a house. We’ll all be family forever.
Why are you being so dramatic?”
Linda leaned forward, her smile now downright smug. “You’ll love it, dear. We’ll all be together.
It’s what families do.”
I glanced around the table. Jack’s dad was silent, his eyes fixed on his plate. His brother barely looked up from his phone.
It was clear this plan had already been decided without me.
My mind raced. I wanted to scream, but something clicked instead. Two could play this game.
“You know what?” I said, forcing a bright smile.
“You’re right. Let’s do it.”
Jack blinked, surprised. “Really?”
“Of course,” I said, reaching for my purse and pulling out my apartment keys.
“Here are the keys. Let’s sell everything. My apartment, the cabin, the car—whatever it takes to get the biggest house possible.
Family comes first, right?”
Linda’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Oh, honey, I knew you’d come around! You’re so thoughtful.”
Jack grinned, looking relieved.
“See? I told you she’d understand.”
I nodded, hiding my anger. “Absolutely.
Let’s make it happen.”
Linda patted my hand. “You’re such a good girl. I knew you’d finally see the bigger picture.”
That night, as I helped clear the table, I overheard Linda and Jack talking in the kitchen.
They must have thought I couldn’t hear them over the clinking dishes.
“She’s so naive,” Linda said, laughing. “I thought this would be harder. She even offered to sell the cabin and car.”
“I know,” Jack replied smugly.
“She just handed over the keys. I told you I could handle her. I’m already preparing the papers.
I’ll divorce her as soon as we’re done.”
My heart pounded, but I kept my face calm as I carried in another tray of dishes. They didn’t even notice me standing there. They were too busy congratulating themselves.
“She won’t know what hit her,” Jack said.
“She’ll walk away with nothing.”
Linda laughed. “Perfect. It’s about time.”
As they laughed together, my forced smile turned genuine.
They thought they’d won. They had no idea what I was planning next.
The sun peeked through the curtains as Jack shuffled into the kitchen, still half-asleep. I was already up, a cup of coffee in hand and a plan fully formed in my mind.
“Morning, babe,” I said, smiling.
“I have great news. I found a buyer for the car!”
Jack looked up, startled. “What?
Already?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding enthusiastically. “They’re offering cash, but they want it today. We can’t miss this chance, can we?”
He scratched his head, still trying to process.
“Uh, okay.”
I slid a pen and a power of attorney form across the counter. “This gives me the authority to handle everything. You’re so busy with work, and I want to help.
Isn’t that what family’s about?”
Jack grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Oh, I know,” I said sweetly, watching as he scrawled his signature without a second glance.
By mid-morning, the car was sold. I wired the money to an account under my mom’s name, where it would be safe from Jack’s clutches.
Next was the cabin. I made a few calls and quickly arranged a sale, securing another tidy sum.
While the sales went through, I packed a suitcase with essentials—clothes, documents, and anything of value I couldn’t bear to leave behind. I worked calmly, every movement deliberate, as if I were just tidying up the apartment.
Jack returned from the shower, none the wiser.
“I’ve got to head to the office. Big meeting today,” he said, kissing my cheek. “Thanks for taking care of everything.
You’re the best.”
I smiled as he walked out the door. “Have a great day, honey.”
Once Jack left, I grabbed my packed bag and headed straight to my lawyer’s office. Within hours, the divorce papers were drafted and filed.
I made sure every detail was airtight. My demand was simple: Jack would have 30 days to vacate my apartment, and all sales of shared assets were legally sound, thanks to the power of attorney he so willingly signed.
My lawyer reassured me. “Your apartment is in your name alone.
There’s no way he can touch it.”
With the paperwork in hand, I drove to Jack’s office and had the documents delivered. I imagined the look on his face when he opened them.
It didn’t take long for my phone to start buzzing. Jack called repeatedly, his name flashing across the screen.
I didn’t answer. Then came the texts.
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