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

Something inside me cracked.

“What about school?” Helen asked.

“We’ll rent nearby.

It’s not ideal, but families make sacrifices.”

There was a pause. Just long enough to make my skin crawl.

“She won’t,” Mark said. “She doesn’t really have a choice.”

I don’t remember deciding to move.

I just suddenly found myself standing in the doorway.

“Why do you think I don’t get a choice?” I asked.

Both of them turned. Mark blinked at me like I’d appeared out of thin air. For half a second, he looked genuinely confused.

Helen recovered first.

“What is she doing here?” she snapped, like I was the intruder.

Mark swallowed. “Linda—”

“Why,” I repeated slowly, “do you think I don’t get a choice?”

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