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I Got Back from a Work Trip and Found My House Completely Empty

Junie Sihlangu
Nov 27, 2024
09:44 A.M.

When I returned from my usual work trip, I didn't expect the shocking sight in my home. What I found made me call the police and confront my husband and mother-in-law. Ultimately, I was hurt and forced to rebuild.

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After a grueling five-day work trip in Denver, all I wanted was to curl up on my couch with a glass of wine. But when I got home, I was met with a surprise that left me both baffled and scared, until I discovered one specific clue...

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

Managing a sales team across three states as a 34-year-old regional manager was no small feat, and these quarterly trips drained every ounce of my energy. So when I pulled into my driveway, I smiled at the thought of seeing Greg, my husband of two years, and hearing about his week.

But when I opened the door, my smile completely vanished, replaced by utter shock! My entire house was... empty! Not a single piece of furniture, no artwork or pictures on the walls, no stand-alone cabinets, no clothes in the closets! Nothing! It was as if my life had been erased in my absence!

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An empty house | Source: Midjourney

An empty house | Source: Midjourney

I froze for a moment, trying to comprehend the scene. My first instinct was to call Greg, but he didn't pick up. I tried again. Voicemail. Heart pounding, I contemplated the thought that we might've been robbed.

While pacing our barren living room, furious and confused, I decided to call the police since I couldn't get a hold of my husband. As I waited for them to arrive, I noticed something odd: a faint, muddy footprint near the entryway...

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A muddy footprint | Source: Midjourney

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I walked closer to inspect it, and my stomach churned as I recognized it. It matched the tread of the boots I had given Greg's mother, Linda, for her birthday just two weeks ago! I knew exactly who they belonged to because I'd seen them almost every day before this shocking incident.

They were from a boutique brand my mother-in-law (MIL) and I both loved. Those boots were so distinct that they featured a unique signature floral petal pattern underfoot. I clutched my phone tighter. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks: Linda had been here.

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

When the police arrived, they listened to my frantic explanation of how I discovered my house empty and took notes. The officer in charge, a burly man with a calm demeanor, said, "Ma'am if you suspect someone, we can investigate. Do you know where your husband might be?"

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I didn't answer immediately, contemplating what to say. I didn't want to throw around accusations without having my facts straight, so I omitted the part about the footprint and explained that I had no idea where my husband could be.

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A woman talking to a policeman | Source: Midjourney

After they left, promising to run a "thorough investigation," instead of sitting around feeling miserable, I grabbed my car keys and muttered, "I think I know where to start."

My MIL's house was only a twenty-minute drive away, but it felt like hours. As I approached her street, I spotted Greg's car parked outside. My heart sank. For a fleeting moment, I thought about turning around, but anger propelled me forward.

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A car parked in front of a house | Source: Midjourney

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I didn't want to alert Linda and my husband that I had arrived, so after parking where I wouldn't be seen, I snuck up to the house and peeked in through the windows. The sight inside stopped me in my tracks...

My couch, my dining table, my framed wedding photos — they were all there, crowding the already filled-up living space! It was as though Linda's living room had been transformed into a bizarre half-replica of my own!

A woman looking through a window | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking through a window | Source: Midjourney

Just as I was about to knock, Greg came into the room from the hallway and saw me. His face twisted with anger as he approached the door, opened it, and demanded, "What are you doing here, Megan?"

"What am I doing here?" I shot back, incredulous. "What have you done to our house? Why is everything here? Why are YOU here and avoiding MY calls?"

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Before Greg could answer, Linda appeared, her expression smug. "We're taking back what's rightfully ours," she said coldy.

A serious older woman | Source: Midjourney

A serious older woman | Source: Midjourney

"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused, my voice shaking. "That's my house too!"

Greg glared at me. "Not anymore. I know what you've been doing behind my back."

My confusion turned to shock. "What are you talking about?" I asked again.

My MIL smirked. "Don't play dumb, dear. I showed Greg the proof — photos, messages, and even audio recordings of you and your colleague."

My husband crossed his arms. "You've been cheating on me, Megan! Don't even try to deny it!"

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An upset man | Source: Midjourney

An upset man | Source: Midjourney

The room spun as their words sunk in. "Cheating? That's insane! I've done no such thing!"

Linda's smugness deepened. "We have the evidence. You and your colleague, Nate, at that hotel in Denver, laughing, flirting, talking about how he's 'so much better' than Greg."

"Wait," I interrupted, "you think I was cheating with Nate? He's married and much older! And we were at a conference!"

Greg didn't budge and started swearing at me, throwing all kinds of insults!

"STOP lying! He already admitted to it!"

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An angry man shouting | Source: Midjourney

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I felt the blood drain from my face. "What?!"

Linda held up her phone. "Oh, it's all here. Photos of you two at dinner, a voice recording of your flirtatious conversation at your so-called 'conference,' and texts Nate sent confirming it."

My breath hitched. "You... you faked this."

Linda raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"You faked all of it!" I shouted, my voice cracking. "This is doctored or something! I've never done what you're accusing me of!"

Greg scoffed. "You really expect me to believe that?!"

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An upset man | Source: Midjourney

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Tears welled up in my eyes. "Yes! Because it's the truth! Greg, I love you. Why would I ever cheat on you? And you know your mother never liked me, always thought it wasn't right that I earn more than you."

But he wasn't listening. "You betrayed me, Megan! And now, you're paying for it! We're not taking the house, but everything else is ours! YOU don't deserve it!"

I turned to Linda. "How could you do this? What kind of person destroys someone's life just to... what? Prove a point?"

My MIL's smile never wavered as she shrugged, saying, "You made your bed, dear."

An unforgiving older woman | Source: Midjourney

An unforgiving older woman | Source: Midjourney

I stepped back, shaking. My mind raced, piecing together the puzzle. Linda had always disapproved of me, but this? This was next level! Seeing as my MIL's neighbors were now starting to come out of their homes to see what all the noise and commotion was about, I decided to leave.

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I took a deep breath and steadied myself. "Fine. You can keep the furniture. Keep it all. But this isn't over."

Being a regional manager, I had Nate's details and decided to give him a call when I got into my car.

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A woman on a call | Source: Midjourney

When I told him who he was talking to, I could hear his reluctance, and I quickly threatened his job if he dropped the phone. I told him about the "evidence" my MIL had and his apparent corroboration of Linda's story.

I demanded an explanation for his lies and even threatened to tell his wife what he'd done. Seeing that I had all the cards, Nate confessed everything! He revealed that Linda had bribed him with cash, which he was desperate for after his wife's recent surgery.

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An apologetic older man on a call | Source: Midjourney

Nate also admitted to using AI to fabricate the "proof," and Greg, gullible as he was, fell for it hook, line, and sinker. The police arrived shortly after I called them again, this time to my MIL's house. I explained the situation properly this time.

When the officers arrived, they insisted on going into Linda's house to inspect it. Due to my job's detailed expectations, I'd learned long ago to take pictures or scan receipts and serial numbers of things as proof.

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Police officers arrive at a house | Source: Midjourney

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So I luckily had the matching serial numbers of the furniture and the receipts, since I was the main earner, which I provided to the police. After comparing things, one of them turned to Linda. "Ma'am, you don't have a legal claim to these items. You'll need to return them or face charges."

My MIL's confidence faltered for the first time. "But—"

"And as for you," the officer continued, pointing to Greg, "you've been complicit in this theft. We will be writing out large fines for both of you."

Greg's jaw tightened, but he said nothing. I didn't gloat. I simply stood there, exhausted, shocked, and heartbroken.

A tired woman | Source: Midjourney

A tired woman | Source: Midjourney

As the police coordinated the return of my belongings, my husband, now humble, approached me. "My love," he started, but I cut him off.

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"Save it," I said quietly. "You didn't even give me a chance to explain. You believed the lies over the woman you married."

"Megan, I—"

"We're done, Greg. I’ll have the divorce papers sent over."

Linda gasped, but I didn't stick around to hear her protests. For the first time in hours, I felt a strange sense of relief.

A shocked older woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked older woman | Source: Midjourney

The days that followed were surreal. Watching my house return to its former state was bittersweet. I couldn't erase what had happened, but I could rebuild. As I sat on my reclaimed couch, sipping wine, I reflected on how quickly life could unravel.

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But I also knew one thing: I deserved better than a husband who didn't trust me and a MIL who thrived on destruction. And with that realization, I smiled for the first time in days.

Endings, as painful as they are, make room for new beginnings. And mine was just getting started.

A happy woman in her home | Source: Midjourney

A happy woman in her home | Source: Midjourney

Sadly, Megan isn't the only daughter-in-law whose MIL wanted nothing to do with her. In the next story, Jenna's husband abandons her after giving birth to twins. She came home to a locked house only to discover that her MIL was behind everything.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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