After covering every expense, my mother-in-law still demanded another $5,000. When I refused, she lost control and threw hot coffee in my face. I left in tears, promising she would regret it. The next morning, she woke up to a harsh surprise waiting for her.
She didn’t greet me.
She said, “I need another five grand by Friday.”
I laughed at first, thinking I’d misheard. “Another five grand for what?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t play dumb. I saw the bonus deposit hit your account.”
My stomach dropped. She had been going through the mail again, maybe even opening banking alerts that still printed to the shared office printer because Eric never fixed the settings.
“That money is not yours,” I said.
“It is if you expect peace in this house.”
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