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

Mom told her the lighting in our room is good for pictures. You’re blowing this out of proportion.”

Before I could respond, Linda appeared in the doorway like she had been waiting for her cue.

“Emily has such taste. When she’s done, this will finally look like a grown-up home.”

At that moment, something inside me went unnervingly still.

I put the dress down and looked at both of them.

Just two words.

Because finally, I understood the rules of whatever game they thought they were playing.

Over the next week, I paid attention. Tom would not shut up about Emily.

“Emily thinks your nightstand clutter makes the room feel small.”

“Emily says we should open up that wall.”

Every sentence started with ‘Emily says.’

And suddenly he was dressing nicer. Button-ups at 2 p.m.

Spritzing cologne before going to “help Mom” in the living room. Whenever I said, “I’d like to be here when this designer comes,” Linda had a magical excuse ready:

That was the moment I made up my mind. If they wanted to gaslight me, fine.

But I wasn’t going to rely on guesswork anymore.

The following Thursday, I told them I had an early training and might grab breakfast after. Linda perked up immediately.

“Oh, Emily was going to stop by to look at the bedroom again. Such a shame you’ll miss her.”

Then I picked up my gym bag and walked out the door.

Only I didn’t go to the gym. And I didn’t go to work. I had a different plan, one they wouldn’t see coming.

I parked on the next street, cut through the strip of trees behind our house, and crept toward the bedroom window.

Our house was one story, and I had climbed through that window before when I’d locked myself out.

I slid it open slowly, climbed inside, and closed it behind me. I pulled the curtains almost shut, wedged myself in the narrow space between the dresser and the wall, and waited.

Forty minutes later, I heard the front door.

Then voices. Footsteps down the hall.Continue reading…