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

Mark stepped closer. “You can’t just—”

I reached into my bag and pulled out an envelope.

“The paperwork is blocked. The whole thing.”

“What’s that?” he demanded.

“Divorce papers.”

Helen gasped. Mark laughed once, sharp and disbelieving.

“You need me. You don’t have anywhere to go.”