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

He nodded. Or at least I thought he did. We were supposed to go to my sister Rachel’s place for a few hours. Mark had mentioned earlier that his mom was coming over.

“Just tea,” he’d said casually, scrolling through his phone.

Which, in Helen-language, usually meant an inspection.

“Do you have your inhaler?”

I didn’t have the energy for that kind of evening. The kids were bickering about whose turn it was to pick the cartoon at Aunt Rachel’s when something hit me. Hard.

“Wait,” I said, slowing the car. “Leo, where’s your inhaler?”

He froze. “I think… I left it on my desk.”

My stomach tightened instantly. I checked the time. Checked the distance. Checked my patience.