He Pocketed My Cash, I Sold the House

Synopsis

On the fifth day of my postpartum recovery, I realized the postpartum nurse‌ hadn't shown up. I called the agency, and they said the package was already refunded. Right after that, my father-in-law, Richard Evans, sent me a photo from a five-star hotel in Bay City, along with one line: [We're all here enjoying ourselves.] 40,000 dollars. That was the money I'd saved up during my pregnancy. He didn't hesitate to refund it and spent every dollar as if it were his own, without a shred of guilt. I looked down at my baby, wailing in my arms, but not a single tear fell from my eyes. Then, for the next 20 days, I did three things: sold the house, transferred the ownership, and moved out. The day they came back, I turned off my phone on purpose. Richard called me 37 times. His last voice message was shaky. "Where's the house? Where's my house?" I replied with one word: [Sold.]