My Husband and His Mom Scammed Me for $24K — So I Got Even For two years, I believed my husband Jeremy and I were equals — splitting bills, rent, and life responsibilities 50/50. So when he found us a cozy $2,000/month apartment and said we’d each pay half, I happily agreed. Everything seemed perfect. Until a casual elevator ride shattered the illusion.Our neighbor, Taylor, smiled and said, “You live in Lorrie and Jeremy’s apartment, right?” My heart dropped. Lorrie was Jeremy’s mom. Turns out, they owned the apartment the entire time. For two years, I’d been handing Jeremy $1,000 a month — a total of $24,000 — for “rent.” But there,

was no landlord. No real lease. Just lies. Worse? Taylor let it slip that Jeremy’s ex had lived there too. I was just the next unsuspecting woman funding their mortgage. I was furious. That night, I confirmed it all in public records. The apartment was co-owned by Jeremy and his mother. He had forged a fake lease, lied straight to my face, and pocketed my hard-earned money. But I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I planned. Step one: Play nice. I acted like nothing was wrong. I baked pies, smiled at his mom, and kept pretending I was the perfect wife — all while secretly preparing to disappear. Step two:

Clean sweep. On rent day, December 28, I emptied our joint account (yes, where my paycheck had been going). I used Jeremy’s money to pay for my new apartment across town. Then, I packed everything I owned, left the apartment bare, and taped a note to the window that read: Dear Jeremy, Hope you enjoy YOUR apartment. Since you and your mother scammed me for two years, I figured it was time to return the favor.My new rent’s paid — by you. Don’t bother calling. I blocked you. Happy New Year, loser. —Nancy”Step three: Total silence. I blocked him, ignored the 27 missed calls,

and refused every guilt-tripping text from his mom. When I ran into her at the store, she begged to explain. I calmly told her: Unless Jeremy agrees to my divorce terms — full repayment with interest — I’ll file fraud charges on both of you.” Guess what? They paid. Three months later, I toasted to my freedom with a glass of champagne, divorce papers in hand, and $24,000+ back in my account. Jeremy’s mom moved to Florida, and Jeremy? Miserable. Do I feel bad? Not one bit. If someone lies to you, plays you, and steals from you — make sure they never forget who they messed with.