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

Helen’s voice came first, sharp and impatient. “We can’t keep waiting. The bank won’t give me another extension.”

Mark answered immediately. “I know. That’s why selling the house makes sense.”

I stopped breathing. Selling. The house. Our house.

For a second, I honestly thought I’d misheard him.

Helen let out a satisfied little hum. “Thank you, son. And where will you live?”

“We can’t keep waiting.”

“We’ll rent at first,” Mark said easily. “Just until things settle.”

My chest started to ache.

“And Linda?” Helen asked. “She won’t like it.”

Mark laughed softly. Not nervous. Not unsure. Comfortable.

“She doesn’t need all the details right away. It’ll just stress her out.”

Stress me out.

“She doesn’t need all the details right away.”

“You’re my priority, Mom,” he continued. “Linda and the kids can adjust. It’s temporary.”

Temporary.