My husband gave his mom our house key. I was furious, but she just smiled and said, “You must have forgotten that I paid for this house.”
I decided to secretly install a camera. Months later, I was checking it — and my reality crumbled in a second. It showed my husband and his mother… walking into our bedroom while I was at work. At first, I thought maybe they were just looking for something. But then she opened my closet. She began going through my clothes, my jewelry, even my personal documents, while he stood there saying nothing.
The next clip was worse.
She handed him a folder — my medical records. The same ones I had hidden after weeks of testing and stress. I watched as they sat on the edge of our bed, reading through them together like it was their right.
Then I heard it.
“If she can’t give you children,” she said calmly, “you still have options.”
He didn’t argue. He didn’t defend me. He just nodded.
I felt sick.
For months, I had blamed work stress for the distance between us. The silence at dinner. The coldness in his voice. But in that moment, everything made sense.
They weren’t just invading my home.
They were planning my replacement.