I Filed Divorce, He Lost It

Synopsis

The apartment was a wedding gift from my father. It was meant to be a private home for my husband, Sterling Booth, and me. But when I returned from a two-week business trip, I found the front door locked, and my key no longer worked. Confused, I called a locksmith. The door swung open. A choking wave of barbecue smoke and greasy fumes hit me in the face, making me almost gag. Inside my home, my sister-in-law, Rita Booth's family of six was gathered around the dining table, feasting in the middle of a filthy mess. My mother-in-law, Misty Booth, was even wearing my silk robe, holding a strip of sizzling pork in her hand. When she saw me, she did not seem polite at all. She said, "Welcome home. "You came back at the perfect time. Go wash the dishes." I was trembling with rage. Pointing at her, I shouted, "This is my house!" Rita bit into a chicken wing and let out a cold laugh. She said, "Julia, did you forget? "My brother's name is on the deed too."