They finally came out, but the woman was still wearing my pajamas from the closet.

I was going crazy.

"Who told you to wear my clothes?"

The woman was displeased.

"You must be Ariana, the wife of Scott. How is this your outfit when it was clearly bought by my husband?"

What?

Husband?

I looked at Dwayne, who was making gestures to tell me to calm down.

But I couldn't stay calm. Just as I was about to speak, the woman continued.

"Ariana, we were planning to tell you and Scott in a couple of days, but since you're back, let's just say it now."

She poked Dwayne playfully, pretending to be shy.

"Husband, you say."

I was speechless.

Dwayne's expression lit up when he heard her call him dear.

"Ariana, let me officially introduce you to your new mother-in-law, Yvette. We just got our marriage certificate last month and are planning a wedding soon."

What the heck?

They got the certificate last month, meaning they married just a month after my mother-in-law passed?

And now they were planning a wedding. It was outrageous.

Yvette kept leaning against Dwayne, touching him casually.

How shameless! Did they think I didn't exist?

But I still held back my anger. He was my father-in-law, and if he wanted to remarry, it wasn't my place to intervene.

After thinking for a moment, I swallowed my disgust and said.

"You can get married and hold a wedding. That's your business, and I have no say in it. But now that it's summer break, my daughter Amy and I will be staying here for two months. You two should go back to your own home."

I thought I had been quite diplomatic.

This house was bought with my husband's and my own money. Although it was our marital home, my in-laws contributed nothing, so their names were not on the deed.

Besides, my in-laws used to have a house, albeit an older one, but the neighborhood had complete facilities, so living there wouldn't be inconvenient at all.

But as soon as I said this, Yvette's face darkened.

"Ariana, how can you be so unreasonable? I haven't said to kick you out, yet you want to kick me out? Is there such a malicious daughter-in-law like you?"

What the hell? It was my house, my home, and she wanted to kick me out?

And she was so righteous about it.

I was about to explode when Dwayne quickly pulled me out to the balcony and closed the glass door.

"Ariana, I was planning to tell you and Scott this in a few days, but you came back so quickly."

I ignored him, and he continued.

"I've sold the old house."

"What? You sold the old house?"

What was he doing? Selling a house just like that?

Seeing how angry I was, he quickly added.

"Yvette said she's still young and needs security marrying me, so she asked for 660,000 dollars as a bride price. I didn't have the money, so I sold the house."

"They sold for 800,000 dollars, and I gave her 660,000. The rest I'm planning to use for the wedding and honeymoon."

I was fed up. This wedding and trip had nothing to do with me.

I only I only thought about him selling the house and what that meant for my living situation.

"So, you sold the old house and plan to live with me?"

He looked sincere.

"I'm your father. Living here is only natural. Besides, I haven't bothered you for the bride price, which is considerate enough."

No way, I disagreed.

I immediately called my husband, who was just as shocked. In the end, he could only comfort me.

"What will you do if you kick them out? They have nowhere else to go. Let them stay for now. I'll figure something out when I get back."

After hanging up, I felt like a pile of cotton was stuck in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Dwayne heard my husband on the phone and laughed, feeling quite pleased.

"My son is thinking about me, too. Ariana, I told your mom this house is mine. It's under my name. If not, she wouldn't have married me."

"So, you should be polite to her and not act like the mistress of the house."

Get lost!

Taking advantage of the situation.

I was already annoyed. Letting them stay temporarily was my biggest concession. Do I still have to consider Yvette's face?

It was absurd. I've been married to Scott for years and have never received any help from Dwayne, neither financially nor materially.

It was the late mother-in-law who helped me take care of the child for a few years, and I was grateful for that.

Thinking about my mother-in-law made me suspicious. Their rapid marriage must have not been a coincidence.

Could it be that while I was away taking care of my child, it gave them the opportunity?

Seeing that we had been talking for a while, Yvette was dissatisfied and pulled open the glass door.

"What are you whispering about? Isn't it awkward for a father-in-law and daughter-in-law to be alone together for so long? Ariana, you need to know your place and have some boundaries at home."

I nearly threw up. Her husband was nearly 60, with a face full of wrinkles and a bad odor. Did she think I wanted to stand alone with him?

Funny.

I bypassed her and went straight to the bedroom to bring in my luggage.

Seeing the bedding my mom bought for me now crumpled and dirty on the bed made me furious.

I'd toss it all out. It pained me, but I couldn't use something so filthy.

I threw everything onto the floor and opened the closet to get new bedding.

But to my surprise, the closet was full of Yvette's and Dwayne's clothes, while mine and Scott's were shoved to the very bottom, all in disarray.

I lost it and grabbed their clothes, tossing them onto the floor.

Yvette followed me in, screaming.

"What are you doing? Why are you throwing my things? This is my room, the master bedroom. Don't you understand boundaries? Get out, just get out!"

How dare she tell me to get out! I said nothing and continued tossing the items.

Yvette panicked and quickly called Dwayne in.

"Dear, can't you do something about this Ariana? Look at what she's doing!"

Dwayne, seeing his wife distressed, grabbed my arm.

"Ariana, have you no decency? She's your mother, your mother-in-law. Why are you throwing her things?"

This was insane. I stomped down hard on their clothes.

"This is my room. Why should I give it to you?"

Yvette was smug.

"I say you young people don't work hard and just want to rely on your in-laws. Now you even want to steal your in-laws' room; it's disgusting."

I glared at Dwayne; Yvette didn't know the house was mine, but he certainly did.

"I'm giving you a choice: either move to the guest room or leave. You choose."

Before Dwayne could respond, Yvette yelled.

"Bullshit! The guest room is for my daughter. If you want to stay here, you can only sleep in the study. No other room is available!"