My Husband and His Mom Conned Me Out of $24K — So I Got the Last Laugh
For two years, I truly believed my husband Jeremy and I were partners in every way — we split everything 50/50: bills, rent, responsibilities. So when he found us a cozy $2,000-a-month apartment and said we’d each pay half, I didn’t think twice. Everything felt right. That is, until a random elevator conversation blew it all apart.
Our neighbor, Taylor, smiled and casually said, “You’re living in Lorrie and Jeremy’s place, right?” My stomach dropped. Lorrie — Jeremy’s mom. That’s when the puzzle pieces started to fall into place. Turns out, Jeremy and his mother had owned the apartment the whole time. For two years, I’d been handing Jeremy $1,000 a month — a total of $24,000 — for what I thought was rent.
But there was no landlord. No lease. Just deception.
To make things worse, Taylor let it slip that Jeremy’s ex had lived there before me. I wasn’t the first woman unknowingly helping them pay off the mortgage. I was livid. That night, I confirmed everything through public records: the apartment was co-owned by Jeremy and Lorrie. He’d faked a lease and lied to my face for years, pocketing my money.
But instead of losing it, I stayed calm and calculated.
Step One: Act normal.
I played the perfect wife — smiling, baking, even cozying up to his mom — all while quietly preparing my exit.
Step Two: Vanish smart.
On December 28 — rent day — I drained our joint bank account (yes, the one where my paycheck went). I used Jeremy’s money to pay for my new apartment across town. Then I packed up everything I owned, left the place completely empty, and taped a note to the window that read:
“Dear Jeremy,
Hope you enjoy your apartment. Since you and your mom scammed me for two years, I thought it was only fair to return the favor.
My new rent? Paid — by you.
Don’t bother calling. You’ve been blocked.
Happy New Year, loser.
—Nancy”
Step Three: Go ghost.
I blocked him, ignored all 27 missed calls, and deleted every guilt-tripping message from his mother. When I ran into her at the store, she tried to plead her case. I calmly said:
“Unless Jeremy agrees to my divorce terms — full repayment with interest — I’ll be filing fraud charges on both of you.”
Guess what? They paid up.
Three months later, I toasted to my new life with champagne, divorce papers in one hand and $24,000 (plus interest) back in my account. His mom moved to Florida. Jeremy? Alone and miserable.
Do I regret it? Not for a second.
When someone lies, uses you, and steals from you — make sure they never forget who they messed with.
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