My Second-Marriage Father-in-Law Occupied My Wedding House

My mother-in-law passed away just two months ago, and my father-in-law moved in with his affair, his second wife, quietly into my marital home.

They sleep in my marriage bed and bathe in my bathtub.

They filled my daughter's room with used garbage.

He even told his second wife that the house is under his name.

When I found out, he blackened his face and ordered me.

"Anyway, you have more houses. Just give this one to your mom and hurry up with the transfer."

Get lost, you disrespectful garbage.

I glared at him without any politeness.

"If you want a house, feel free to pick one from the cemetery."

***

My mother-in-law passed away two months ago, and after we handled her funeral, we went to work out of town.

During the summer vacation, I thought about taking the children back to my hometown to play for a few days.

Who knew, as soon as we returned home, I heard terrible noises coming from the bedroom.

I was terrified and looked closely, thinking I had gone to the wrong place.

But this was clearly my home!

Could it be a burglar?

But a burglar wouldn't sneak into someone else's home for an affair.

I put headphones on my daughter and, after taking a deep breath, kicked the door open.

I was instantly dumbfounded.

On the bed were two naked bodies, one of whom was my father-in-law, Dwayne, my daughter's grandfather.

They were equally shocked by my sudden intrusion. The woman screamed and covered her face with the blanket.

I saw the bedspread, and it made me furious.

It was the one my mother had chosen for my dowry, costing thousands, selected after much deliberation.

I'd always been reluctant to use it, keeping it in pristine condition.

And now it was thrown over Dwayne and another naked woman.

I was so angry I could explode, but I turned and closed the door immediately.

"You have two minutes to get out of my bedroom."

So disgusting.

My mother-in-law had only been gone for two months, and this old man had already found a woman.

This shouldn't concern me, but he absolutely shouldn't have brought her to my house, my bedroom, my bed.

After closing the door, I took several deep breaths to calm myself and swept the living room with my gaze.

I sadly realized they weren't just here for a moment of passion. They seemed to have moved in.

There were their shoes in the shoe cabinet, a bag hanging behind the door that didn't belong to me, and fresh groceries in the kitchen.

There were even sanitary napkins in the bathroom that weren't mine.

I endured my anger and pounded on the bedroom door.

"Get out now!"