Just three days after moving into our new house, my husband brought his whole family to register their fingerprints – so I sold the house and said something that left him speechless.

“What did you just say?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“You had all their fingerprints registered?”

Mark looked at me as if nothing had happened.
“So what? This is my house too. You’re my family – it’ll be fun living together.”

The broken promise

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My heart sank. I remembered exactly what I had once told him:
“When we finally have our own house, I want it to belong only to the two of us.”

He had promised not to let anyone interfere in our private lives.
But just three days later, he broke that promise as if it had never been made.

That evening, his family was everywhere – his mother was lying comfortably on the sofa telling me what to cook, his sisters were spreading their clothes and makeup all over the living room, and his brother was hanging his jacket on the wall and saying cheerfully, “We are lucky! We don’t have to rent an apartment anymore!”

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