Our housewarming party was supposed to be a celebration. Instead, it became the day I realized my husband cared more about his family than our future.
Midway through the evening, my mother-in-law stood up and announced—in front of everyone—that my sister-in-law, Katie, should have our apartment. The worst part? My husband, Alex, agreed. “We’ll move in with Mom,” he said casually, as if my feelings didn’t matter.
But my mom had anticipated this. “Show them the papers,” she said. I handed Alex the deed—my name only. The prenup we’d signed protected everything my parents had given us.
Barbara’s jaw dropped. Alex panicked. And Katie? She looked mortified.
I didn’t give them time to argue. “You’re not staying here,” I told Alex. “Not after this betrayal.”
Days later, he came crawling back. But the damage was done. “Love without loyalty is worthless,” I said, shutting the door on him forever.
Now, the apartment is mine—along with the peace of knowing I stood up for myself. And that? That’s priceless.
