After a grueling business trip, I came home to a nightmare — my house was completely empty. Furniture, clothes, everything was gone. I called my husband Greg, but he didn’t answer. Then I noticed a muddy boot print with a floral tread — the same as the boots I’d given his mother, Linda. I called the police, then drove to her house
There, I saw my furniture through the window. Greg answered the door, angry. He accused me of cheating, saying Linda had shown him fake photos and messages with my colleague Nate. I was stunned — Nate and I were just coworkers. Later, Nate admitted Linda had bribed him to fabricate everything using AI. She’d always resented me for earning more than Greg.
I took the proof to the police, who confronted Linda and Greg. They were told to return my belongings or face charges.
Greg tried to apologize. I refused. “You chose lies over your wife. We’re done.” I reclaimed my home and filed for divorce. It hurt, but as I sat on my couch with a glass of wine, I felt peace. I’d lost a marriage but regained my self-worth.
