After a five-day work trip in Denver, I returned to an empty house—furniture, clothes, everything gone. I called my husband, Greg, but he didn’t answer. A muddy footprint near the door matched my mother-in-law Linda’s boots. At Linda’s house, I saw Greg’s car and my furniture inside. They accused me of cheating with my colleague Nate, showing fake photos and texts Linda had fabricated using AI and a bribe.
I called the police, who returned my belongings and warned Greg and Linda of consequences. I ended our marriage when Greg wouldn’t listen. As I reclaimed my home, I felt relief, ready for a fresh start without their distrust and schemes.
