My Husband Called to Say He Demolished My House, I Just Laughed

My children sided with me, but I still couldn’t forgive those three. Scott hadn’t come home for a while since that day and I hadn’t contacted him either.

I didn’t think I should be the one to apologize and I wasn’t sure if I could forgive him even if he did. But I knew things couldn’t stay this way forever.

Then one day, Scott came back.

“Welcome home,”

I greeted him, suppressing the anger that flared up at the sight of him.

“It’s been tough, huh?”

His gruff words were an attempt at showing concern and I was taken aback.

“Take the kids and go on a trip. It’ll be a good change of scenery for you,”

he said, handing me travel vouchers.

I was speechless. Instead, tears started to stream down my face.

It might have been the kids’ idea, but I was touched that Scott went along with it. I immediately contacted the kids to plan the trip.

“Really? Dad suggested this? It’s surprising, isn’t it?”

The kids were astonished by my proposal. It seemed like it really was a gift from Scott.

“I wonder if Dad feels bad about what happened,”

I said, laughing. I gratefully accepted the travel vouchers from Scott.

“I’ll be off then.”

“Yeah, take your time. Stay with the kids at their places too. Why not?”

“Really? I can’t be away that long.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll relax at my parents’. Just enjoy yourself.”

With that, Scott sent me off. Judy was happy to have me visit, so before the spa trip, I stopped by her place and then Eric’s.

I hadn’t been able to visit them while caring for my mother, so I helped out by cooking and freezing meals for them.

“Mom, you should relax, but thanks. This really helps,”

they both said, delighted to have my cooking. At home, this opportunity was all thanks to Scott’s suggestion.

Then came the eagerly awaited spa trip. I spent a relaxing time at the hot springs with my children.

The weariness from caregiving and the sorrow of losing my parents seemed to have healed quite a bit. I was away for almost a week, but both my kids returned to their homes with bright smiles.

“That was fun. We should thank Dad for once.”

“True, just this once. But I wonder if he’s up to something,”

Judy joked.

“Don’t say that. Dad thought about us in his own way,”

I laughed.

The House is Gone

When I returned home, planning to share the memories with Scott and start our life anew as a couple, I was speechless.

“What? The house is…”

I looked around in disbelief. Despite recognizing the location, the family home that should have been there was gone.

Then out of nowhere Scott appeared, followed by his parents. They were grinning at me, standing there dumbfounded.

“Scott, what’s going on?”

I asked. With the same sickening smile, Scott said:

“Finally, I’m rid of that baggage. Starting today, my parents are moving in with me at my house.”

“What are you talking about?”

I replied, trying to stay calm.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“Your family home has been demolished. Bring the inheritance to our place quickly. Whatever you inherited, it’s Scott’s now,”

his mother said. I realized then that the disappearance of the house was Scott’s doing, and it was all for the inheritance.

Such betrayal. After thinking about the future on my way home, I was filled with indescribable sadness and anger.

But demolishing the house won’t go Scott’s way. I won’t let it.

I burst into laughter at the sight of their smirking faces. My laughter baffled Scott and his father.

“Why are you laughing?”

“What a weird woman. Has she gone crazy?”

my mother-in-law said, looking at me as if I were eerie. Facing the three of them, I spoke up.

“Don’t you guys know what you’re talking about? I haven’t inherited a single penny, so there’s no inheritance.”

After saying that, I burst into laughter again. They had mistakenly thought they’d become rich from the inheritance.

Their wild imaginations and actions had me in uncontrollable laughter.

“What do you mean? Explain yourself!”

Scott demanded. But I kept my mouth shut.

I felt no need to enlighten them.

“Before that, I’m not going to live with strangers. If you want to live together, go ahead alone,”

I said. Ignoring Scott’s question and rejecting his suggestion made my mother-in-law furious.

“You helped with your parents’ housework, but you can’t do ours? You’re aware of the circumstances, right? I agreed to live together, didn’t I?”

she yelled.