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.
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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.
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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.”
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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.
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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.”
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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.
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“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?”
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“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.
