Matt claimed Linda wasn’t feeling well and convinced me to bring her lasagna. While I baked, he suggested we reschedule our meeting with the real estate agent. “It can wait,” he said, brushing off my concerns. Something felt off, but I dismissed it, thinking he was just worried about his mom.
Halfway to Linda’s house, my lawyer, Sarah, called. Her voice was urgent. “Go home. NOW,” she ordered.
“What’s going on?” I asked, already turning the car around.
“It’s Matt and Linda,” she said. “They’re at your house with a real estate agent, signing paperwork to transfer the house into Linda’s name.”
My heart dropped.
When I stormed in, I found Matt holding documents, with Linda standing smugly next to him. The real estate agent looked uncomfortable.
“What is this?” I demanded.
Matt stammered, but before he could answer, Sarah stepped in. “They were trying to steal the house from you,” she said. “Matt planned to transfer it to Linda’s name and leave you with nothing. And it gets worse—Linda’s been setting him up to marry someone else—her friend’s daughter. Divorce was already part of the plan.”
Linda smirked. “I’m just protecting my son’s future. You can’t trust everyone, you know.”
The room spun as their betrayal hit me.
“Matt,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I trusted you. How could you do this?”
“It’s not what you think,” he stammered. “Mom just thought—”
“Enough!” I cut him off. “You’ve made it clear who you’re loyal to. I built this life with you, sacrificed for this house, and you were ready to erase me like I didn’t matter.”
Sarah placed a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Demi. The house isn’t lost yet. We’ll fight this.”
As I walked out, I felt strangely clear. Their betrayal broke my trust, but it also set me free. I wasn’t losing a house or a marriage; I was letting go of two people who never valued me.
That night, as I drove away, I left more than lasagna behind. I left a life built on lies and betrayal. It was time to rebuild—on my own terms.