“What’s wrong?” I asked, already turning the car around.
“It’s Matt and Linda. They’re at your house with a real estate agent. They’re signing papers to transfer the house into Linda’s name.”
When I stormed into the house, I found Matt holding documents while Linda stood smugly beside him. The real estate agent looked uncomfortable, clearly regretting her role.
“What is this?” I demanded.
Before Matt could answer, Sarah, who had followed me, stepped in. “They were trying to transfer the house into Linda’s name without your consent. And it gets worse. Linda has been orchestrating Matt’s next move—setting him up to marry someone else, her friend’s daughter. Divorce was already part of their plan.”
Linda smirked. “I’m just protecting my son’s future. You can’t trust everyone, you know.”
The room spun as their betrayal sank in.
“Matt,” I whispered, tears threatening to spill. “I trusted you. I gave you everything. How could you do this to me?”
“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, and it’s not me. I built this life with you, sacrificed for this house, and you were ready to erase me like I never mattered.”
Sarah placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Demi. The house isn’t gone yet. We’ll fight this.”
As I walked out, I felt an odd sense of clarity. Their betrayal had destroyed my trust but also freed me. I wasn’t losing a house or a marriage—I was shedding the weight of two people who never valued me.
That night, as I drove away, I left more than a tray of lasagna behind. I left behind a life built on lies and betrayal. It was time to rebuild—on my own terms.
