A few weeks ago, an unbelievable incident occurred involving my husband, his mistress, me, and my mother-in-law. My husband Stan, who never contributed financially to our home, tried to have his mistress move in while he was on vacation in Miami.
One evening, a woman with a baby showed up at my door, claiming, “I’m your ex-husband’s future wife. I’ll be living here now.” Shocked, I replied, “That’s absurd! We’re not separated.” Despite my refusal, she insisted, “I have nowhere else to go.”
I called the police and locked myself in the greenhouse. When they arrived, my mother-in-law showed up too, demanding, “Stan deserves his share!” However, I clarified, “We were never legally married. There’s no way you can claim any part of this house.”
The next day, I took a baby bottle and Stan’s hair for a DNA test. The results confirmed the baby wasn’t Stan’s. I sent him the report with a message: “Look who you changed me for.” He responded, “What does this mean?” I replied, “It means you’ve been played.”
Days later, my mother-in-law apologized, saying, “I had no idea Stan was lying to us all.” I reassured her, “We were all deceived.” Finally, my house was mine again, and peace returned.
