My Husband Let His Mother Bring Another Woman into Our Bedroom – So I Made Them Regret It

“So early,” she sighed. “In my day, a wife made sure her husband had a hot breakfast first.”

I bit my tongue. I had a meeting in forty minutes and no energy for World War III at 8 a.m.

Tom texted me an hour later: “You okay?

Mom was just joking.”

Sure. Hilarious.

Back then, I had no idea that the next sign wouldn’t be a comment or a look—it would be something I found in my own bedroom that didn’t belong to anyone in that house.

I told myself I could handle her. I could suck it up for a few weeks.

I’d survived worse than passive-aggressive comments and reorganized cabinets.

But then I started finding things.

It was a Tuesday night. I was brushing my teeth when I noticed a black satin scrunchie on my nightstand. Cute, glossy, not my style.

I wore those basic elastic hair ties that came in a pack of fifty.

I picked it up, turned it over.

Tom rolled his chair out of the office and squinted. “Probably yours or Mom’s.”

“Definitely not mine! And your mom has, like, three inches of hair.”

“Then I don’t know.

It’s just a hair tie, babe. Don’t overthink it.”

I dropped it into the junk drawer of my nightstand.

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