We spent 20 years building our house, and finally, the dream came true.

My husband took care of the paperwork, and I trusted him.

After the move, one day, I came across a document: it was the deed of ownership.

I discovered that my husband had registered the house in my mother-in-law’s name.

I was truly shocked because he was an only child, and his mother already owned an apartment.

When I spoke to my husband about the document, he simply replied that it was more practical.

I didn’t know what to think… I had invested as much as he had in the house, and in the end, it didn’t belong to me.

And the most important thing was that he had hidden it from me.

I felt deeply betrayed, and the house, which symbolized our love, had become, for me, just a place.