I Overheard My Husband Plotting with His Mother to Sell Our House to Pay Off Her Loan – I Had to Teach Them a Lesson

I don’t remember driving to Rachel’s. I remember gripping the steering wheel so hard my fingers went numb. I remember the kids’ voices fading into background noise. Emma talking about dinner. Leo humming to himself.

I just hadn’t shown my hand yet.

I don’t remember the road.

When Rachel opened the door, she took one look at my face and stepped aside.

“Kids, upstairs,” she said calmly. “Cartoons. Snacks are in the kitchen.”

They ran past her without questions.

The door closed. I collapsed onto the couch.

“He listed the house,” I said. My voice barely worked. “And he forged my signature.”

“Kids, upstairs.”

Rachel didn’t react right away. Then her face changed completely.

“He did WHAT?”

I nodded. My hands were shaking in my lap. “And he said I don’t have a choice if I want the kids to have a father.”

Rachel grabbed her phone immediately. “No. Absolutely not.”

She paced the room.

“My friend Jenna is a lawyer. Family law. Property. She’s going to tell you exactly what to do.”

Rachel grabbed her phone immediately.