When my mother-in-law, Jennifer, moved in, I tried to stay optimistic. Mark promised it was temporary and she’d help out. At first, things seemed fine—until I noticed small changes. My clothes were rearranged, my perfume moved, even a long silver hair on a cardigan I hadn’t worn. I suspected she was snooping, but Mark didn’t believe me.
So, I set a trap—a fake diary hidden deep in my closet with a dramatic entry about leaving him. Days later, at a family dinner, Jennifer exploded, revealing she’d read it. I calmly asked how she knew about something buried in my closet.
She stammered. I told her it was bait—and she took it. The room went silent. Later, Mark apologized, realizing I’d been right.
Jennifer never went through my things again. She couldn’t meet my eyes after that—and honestly, she didn’t need to. The message was clear.
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