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

“I told you I didn’t want to live together. Have you forgotten that you chose to live together to avoid housework?”

I refuted them one after another.

“Also, demolishing the family home like that—there are things you just shouldn’t do!”

I yelled at them and then left. Behind me, Scott’s voice called out:

“Where are you going?”

But I didn’t look back. Right now, I needed to find a place to sleep for the night, and I really didn’t want to see Scott’s face.

I immediately consulted a lawyer. Demolishing a house couldn’t be that easy.

The house was still in my mother’s name. As I wondered which company had done it, an unbelievable truth came to light.

Scott and his father had demolished it themselves. His father, who worked in demolition, enlisted the help of acquaintances and even rented heavy machinery.

The planning was meticulous. Moreover, they even gave me travel vouchers to get rid of me.

Tears welled up in my eyes at the realization of being deceived. The frustration was unbearable.

“Is there any way to punish all three of them?”

I tearfully explained my situation. The lawyer smiled at me kindly.

“Scott unlawfully demolished the house in your mother’s name. He could be charged with property destruction and held liable for damages. Let’s start by demanding a formal apology from Scott and his parents.”

I nodded in agreement and the lawyer quickly took the necessary actions. A few days later, Scott called me, furious about the legal notice he received.

“What’s with this certified letter?”

he yelled.

“Oh, you got it? You destroyed my precious house, so of course you have to compensate,”

I replied.

“Compensate? We said we were moving to my parents’ place. I demolished a house that nobody was going to live in. You should be thanking me, not asking for compensation,”

he said.

“Now bring the inheritance and come back home,”

he said arrogantly.

“Thank you for demolishing my house? Don’t make me laugh! And what inheritance? It’s not even settled yet!”

I shouted back. Scott was silent, seemingly taken aback by my anger, which I rarely displayed.

The reason I laughed when the house was demolished was exactly this. I had a whole year with my mother.

It was obvious that we would discuss matters of inheritance, so I told my brother I didn’t want anything and to give it all to him. As a result, he inherited all the cash and stocks.

He insisted that I should have the house since he lived far away and couldn’t manage it. If I wasn’t going to live there, it could be rented out.

That was the plan.

“Either you and your father restore the house to its original state or pay the amount specified in the letter. I was considering settling this amicably. Well, fine. If you can’t pay, I’ll file a police report and sue you,”

I declared.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d get so angry,”

Scott said, starting to make excuses.

“Of course I’m angry! What do you expect?”

I snapped. Scott seemed to think that if my family home was gone, he wouldn’t have to live with his parents.

His father had always wanted to live together and had a fondness for Eric. Scott had refused to live together before, citing difficult commutes, but his parents thought I was the one against it.

So he convinced them by demolishing my house and making it seem like I’d move in with them with the inheritance. But I couldn’t forgive him after hearing such a thing.

“Please give me a break. I didn’t mean any harm. Dad’s sorry, too,”

he said.

“If he’s truly sorry, then agree to the settlement,”

I said and hung up the phone.

Stolen Keepsakes and Final Justice

Scott kept calling and sending messages, apologizing.

“If you’re sorry, just transfer the money,”

I pushed him away. I knew my childhood home couldn’t be restored, but this was the only way I could deal with my unbearable feelings.

I stayed at Judy’s place. My brother’s family and my children knew about the situation.

Although my brother must have been angry about our house being demolished without his consent, he said:

“I won’t interfere, but I’ll help in any way I can. Do what you think is best, Amy.”

Everyone condemned Scott’s actions and supported me. A month passed without any compensation or alimony payment from Scott.

During that time, there was no contact from him. I couldn’t stay with Judy forever.

I wanted to get the money as soon as possible to at least establish a living foundation. Contrary to my wishes, something unbelievable happened.

It was revealed by Judy.

“This apron looks a lot like Grandma’s,”

she said, showing me her smartphone screen. I was surprised when I saw it.