I should’ve known something was off when my mother-in-law insisted on making a toast at our housewarming. What followed was a calculated ambush—one that ended my marriage on the spot.
With a fake smile, Barbara declared that my sister-in-law, Katie, “deserved” our apartment more than we did. And my husband? He backed her up. “We’ll stay with Mom,” he said, as if giving away our home was no big deal.
But my mom was prepared. “Give them the deed,” she said. I handed it over—my name only. Thanks to our prenup, the apartment was legally mine.
The look on Barbara’s face was priceless. Alex froze. And Katie? She looked like she wanted to disappear.
I didn’t wait for explanations. “Get out,” I told Alex. “You made your choice.”
He begged for another chance later, but I’d already seen his true colors. “Respect isn’t negotiable,” I said, closing the door on him—for good.
Now, my home is truly mine. And the best revenge? Living well without them.
