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!"

This was outrageous! She even brought her daughter over and was staying in the guest room, which I had designed for Amy.

I angrily opened the guest room door and nearly lost it.

The pink bunk bed I had designed for my daughter was now piled with smelly dirty clothes and socks.

The creamy-white walls were plastered with nearly nude male portraits.

The desk was cluttered with snack wrappers and leftover instant noodle boxes.

I even spotted a bloody sanitary pad by the bed.

The mixed odors made me almost throw up; it was disgusting.

What kind of filthy person could mess up a room like this?

I couldn't hold back any longer and glared at Dwayne.

"Get out! All of you, get out of my house with your wife and daughter!"

Dwayne quickly covered my mouth, afraid Yvette would hear.

"Ariana, Chelsea is also your sister-in-law; be a bit more understanding and don't shout like that."

Get away from me! Who the hell is my sister-in-law? I wouldn't acknowledge it.

I pushed him away hard.

"Move out! Get out now!"

Just then, the door was opened from the outside, and a girl in a tank top and shorts walked in.

No need to say, this must be Yvette's daughter, Chelsea.

She paused upon seeing me at the door and quickly turned to ask Yvette.

"Mom, who is she?"

Yvette looked at me with disdain.

"A freeloader."

Chelsea's face broke into a mocking smile.

"Oh, I get it, you're that daughter-in-law of Uncle Dwayne's, the one who does nothing but rely on others."

What the hell! I rely on others? I've been working every day except for my maternity leave!

She looked to be in her twenties but spoke so harshly.

"I see you have a kid here; are you planning to have my mom take care of your child during summer break? Let me tell you, get lost! Don't think you can take advantage of my mom."

"Since you're back today, I'll make it clear: my mom marrying Uncle Dwayne was a huge sacrifice, so you all must take responsibility for her future care."

"My mom doesn't have high expenses; 10,000 dollars a month is enough. Uncle Dwayne also said this house will eventually be left to me and my mom, so don't even think about it."