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.
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