From the outside, my marriage to Andrew looked solid—nice house, bright daughter, and the usual social media smiles. But behind the scenes, I always played second to his mother, Susan. He worshipped her, while I got forgotten birthdays.
Then one night, Andrew begged me to take out a $15,000 loan for his mom. He claimed she’d pay me back in a month and said he couldn’t take it himself because of his bank job. Against my better judgment, I agreed—just to keep peace.
I handed over the cash, and he left to give it to her. A month later, there was still no repayment. When I texted Susan, she coldly replied: “I never borrowed a cent.” Andrew shrugged and said she never intended to pay me back. The money? She used it for a facelift, breast implants, a luxury wardrobe, and a dating photoshoot—all on my credit. I was furious—but I had a plan.
Unbeknownst to Andrew, I had recorded the moment I gave him the envelope. With that and Susan’s text, I went to a lawyer. We discovered her “inheritance threat” was fake—the house wasn’t even legally hers. I filed for divorce and full custody, and my lawyer also filed fraud charges. Andrew tried to spin his way out, but the evidence buried him. Meanwhile, I focused on rebuilding my life with my daughter. I once checked Susan’s Instagram out of curiosity—but she’d blocked me. Apparently, #HotGirlSummer doesn’t include lawsuits.