When Lisa’s husband suggests a month-long separation to “reignite their relationship,” she reluctantly agrees until a neighbor’s frantic call reveals a shocking betrayal. Rushing home, Lisa discovers that a woman has made herself very much at home in their place. This betrayal leaves Lisa determined to reclaim her life.
When Derek suggested we live apart for a month to “reignite our relationship,” I thought it was one of those modern trends couples try when they’re struggling but don’t want to admit it.
He spun it like a grand idea, claiming it would help us reconnect and appreciate each other more.
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“You’ll see,” he said, grinning over his coffee one morning. “It’ll be like dating all over again. You’ll miss me. I’ll miss you. And when the month’s over, it’ll be like a fresh start.”
I didn’t love the idea. What wife would? But Derek was insistent. He seemed so sure this was for the best, so I packed a bag, moved into a short-term rental across town, and told myself it would be fine.
The first week was awkward and lonely.
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Derek barely called or texted but chalked it up to the fact that he was “enjoying the space” and focused on staying busy.
I even started looking forward to what he’d called “our big reunion, Lisa.”
One day, I invited my sister, Penelope, over.
“Are you sure about this, Lisa?” she asked as she poured herself a glass of wine. “I mean, it’s a bit sketchy.”
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“I know,” I agreed, putting together a charcuterie board. “But whenever I showed any resistance, Derek would lose his mind. So, I figured that it was something he needed to do.”
“Yeah, I get that,” she said. “But something isn’t right about this, sis. I’d watch Derek carefully, if I were you.”
I have to admit, she was right. And I felt the same way. What good reason would Derek have to actually want us to be separated?
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Then, one quiet Saturday evening, my phone rang.
“Lisa,” Mary’s voice crackled through the line, low and urgent. “You need to come home. Right now. I saw a woman in your house. I can’t see much, but I saw a silhouette through the window.”
I put the knife I was using for chopping vegetables down and shook my head clear.
Mary was my neighbor and wasn’t the type to overreact.
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“What? Really!?”
The air felt like it had been knocked out of my lungs.
A woman? In our house?
My mind immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario:
Derek had moved someone else in. A mistress.
Then again, it could’ve been something else. A break-in, maybe, or Sheila, Derek’s mother.
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But I dismissed those possibilities almost instantly. Derek had been so distant lately, barely calling or texting. My gut told me that it had to be infidelity.
Infidelity.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Positive,” Mary said firmly. “Hurry, Lisa. Something is happening!”
I didn’t stop to think. I grabbed my keys and bolted out the door.
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When I reached the house, I didn’t bother knocking. My hands were trembling as I shoved the door open, adrenaline pumping through me. It was as if my instincts took over. I ran up the stairs and straight into my bedroom.
There she was.
Not a mistress, but Derek’s mother.
Sheila.
Sheila was standing in the middle of my bedroom, surrounded by piles of my clothes. My closet doors were flung wide open, and she was holding one of my lace bras with a look of disgust.
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“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled, startling her.
Sheila glanced up, unbothered by my outrage.
“Oh, Lisa. You’re back early,” she said nonchalantly.
She waved the bra in the air like a piece of trash.
“I’m cleaning up this house. This isn’t suitable for a married woman.”
My jaw dropped.
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“Excuse me?”
She gestured toward several trash bags on the floor. They were stuffed with my clothes, lingerie, dresses, and even casual outfits.
“Lisa, these don’t reflect the values of a proper wife. Derek asked me to help get things in order while you were gone.”
I felt a wave of rage boil over.
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“Get my things in order? By throwing away my clothes? Who gave you the right to do this?”
Sheila’s lips pursed as she straightened her shoulders.
“Honestly, Lisa, someone had to step in. This house is a mess, and your wardrobe… well, it sends the wrong message. Derek deserves better!”
Her words felt like a slap in the face.
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Sheila had always been critical. She always had snide remarks about my cooking and little digs about how I kept the house, but this?
This was a new level of audacity.
“Where is Derek?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fury.
“He’s out,” Sheila replied nonchalantly. “Running errands, I think. He knows I’m here. We both agree this is what’s best.”
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What’s best?
Her words echoed in my head as I stood there, stunned. Derek hadn’t just let this happen. He’d invited her here.
I was still standing in the bedroom fuming when Derek finally came home an hour later, pounding up the stairs. Sheila had moved to the living room, probably sensing her presence would only add fuel to the fire.
“Lisa?” Derek said, stepping into the room.
His tone was confused, almost annoyed. “Why are you here?”
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“Why am I here?” I snapped. “Because Mary called and told me there was a woman in our room going through my things. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was your mother!”
Derek sighed like I was the one making this into a big deal.
“Lisa, calm the heck down. Mom is just here to help out.”
“Helping out?” I repeated, incredulous.
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“Yes,” he said, his voice maddeningly patient. “You’ve been struggling with… well, everything lately. Haven’t you? You only sweep the living room and the kitchen. The rest of the house is a mess. There are crumbs in the bed. And the fridge handle is always sticky.”
“That’s because you eat in bed, Derek! You choose to eat in bed like a madman, instead of just eating in the living room or dining room. As for the fridge, it’s sticky because of your peanut butter and jelly hands.”
Crumbs on a bed | Source: Midjourney
“Don’t blame me for everything, Lisa!” he barked. “I thought Mom could step in while we figure things out.”
“While we figure things out?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Is that what you think this break is about? You said this separation was to reignite our relationship, Derek. Not to invite your mother in to fix me like I’m some kind of broken appliance.”
Derek rubbed the back of his neck.
“Lisa, don’t twist this. You’ve been stressed lately, and Mom offered to help. That’s all. I didn’t think you’d react like this.”
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I let out a bitter laugh.
“Of course, I’m reacting like this! You didn’t even tell me. You moved your mother into our home. Into my bedroom! And let her throw away my clothes. How did you think I’d react?”
He groaned, clearly frustrated.
“Look, I didn’t plan for this to happen. It’s just… you’ve been so overwhelmed lately, and Mom knows what it takes to keep a proper home. She was trying to help you… help us.”
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I stared at him in disbelief.
“You think this is helping us? You think letting your mother invade my space, disrespect my boundaries, and insult my choices is helpful? Derek, this isn’t a partnership. It’s control. And the fact that you can’t see that is even worse.”
Derek looked stunned like he hadn’t expected me to be so angry. But I didn’t care. I was done.
I grabbed a suitcase and packed whatever clothes Sheila hadn’t deemed inappropriate. Without a second glance, I walked out the door.
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That was three days ago. I’ve already contacted a lawyer.
Some people might think I’m overreacting, but to me, this wasn’t just about the invasion of privacy or the humiliation of having my mother-in-law throw away my belongings.
It was about Derek showing, loud and clear, that he didn’t see me as an equal partner in our marriage.
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He didn’t want a wife.
He wanted someone to cook, clean, and keep the house like in the 1950s.
Well, that’s not me.
When Derek asked for a “break,” I didn’t know what he was expecting. But I’ll tell you what he’s getting.
A divorce.
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Now, I’ve moved into Penelope’s apartment while the divorce is sorted out. I can’t wait to have half of everything Derek owns.
He needs to understand what it feels like to have everything one day and then have the rug pulled out from under your feet when you least expect it.
“What was the worst part of it all for you, sis?” Penelope asked.
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“That my husband saw me as a failure,” I replied. “Our marriage wasn’t perfect, sure. But we weren’t in such deep water, you know? And Sheila always hated me. Remember when we were getting ready for the wedding, and she came and criticized my hair and makeup?”
My sister sighed and continued making the homemade pizzas we were having for dinner.
“I always knew Derek was the biggest mistake of your life,” she admitted.
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“What?” I gasped, almost knocking over a bowl of olives.
“I’m sorry, Lisa,” she said quietly. “But after you met him, you lost interest in all your hobbies. Where’s my sister who would paint anything she wanted? All she needed was a canvas and her paints.”
I was quiet for a moment.
“I didn’t realize,” I said.
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“Find her, Lisa,” Penelope said. “She deserves to come back.”
So, I did exactly that. I rented out a space for myself, making sure that there was an extra bedroom for my art studio.
Finally, I was going to shed Derek and Sheila from my life and find myself.
A home art studio | Source: Midjourney
Pittie Mom Can’t Stop Crying For Her Puppies After Being Abandoned At Shelter
When Cinnamon – a red nose Pitbull girl – was dumped at the Charlotte Mecklenburg Animal Care & Control shelter in North Carolina, she was absolutely heartbroken.
She had been abandoned without her babies, and every time anyone stopped to talk to her, tears filled her eyes.
This sad Pitbull mama caught the eyes of one volunteer, who then decided to film a short video of her and post it on Facebook.
Only 48 hours later, the life of Cinnamon completely changed.
Cry Of A Broken Heart
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Sarah Jennings Sleime, normally a volunteer for the Greater Charlotte SPCA, decided one Saturday that she was going to make a spontaneous trip to animal control to check out a couple of dogs for rescue.
She had no idea that one dog in particular was going to break her heart.
“I walked the kennels and a pit bull caught my eye… she was sitting up, kind of slumped-over, almost human-like,” Sleime wrote in her Instagram post.
It was pretty obvious that she recently had puppies and was completely heartbroken since her puppies weren’t there with her.
“[The shelter workers] believe she was confined and used as a breeding machine. She’s obviously had many, many litters,” Sleime told The Dodo.
She then bent over and started to talk to Cinnamon, but each time she did so, Cinnamon’s eyes filled with tears.
“It was the craziest phenomenon,” Sleime said.
In the absence of a foster home, the SPCA was unable to rescue any big dogs, but Sleime knew she had to do something to help this poor dog.
“I snapped some video footage of her “crying” and posted it to Facebook. 48 hours later, that video has been viewed 1 MILLION times and shared by 20k people,” Sleime wrote.
In only a day, Sleime’s inbox was filled with hundreds of messages about Cinnamon and her availability.
So many people wanted to adopt this pretty girl and give her a new life that will not be filled with tears.
Happily Ever After
Sleime’s friend, Meghan Connor Shelton, from Charlotte, North Carolina, was also among the hundreds of people to see Cinnamon’s video.
She told The Dodo:
“I have a special place in my heart for pit bulls. I think they’re a very misunderstood dog and a misunderstood breed. And when I saw her in that video, literally crying in a cage, I cried. My kids cried. I showed my husband, and he said we could go look at her tomorrow.”
The next morning, Shelton’s family was first in line to meet Cinnamon.
The whole family, including the children, were immediately in love with her. “It was love at first sight. She just kind of pulled at our heartstrings,” Shelton said.
They filled out the paperwork, and as soon as Cinnamon – now known as Rosie – was spayed, they brought her home.
The family already had another dog at home – a 3-year-old Pitbull male named Blu.
At first, they weren’t sure if the two would get along, especially since Rosie had suffered a lot in her life, but she surprised everyone.
“It was interesting because you never know how it’s going to go, but they just kind of sat next to each other with tails wagging,” Shelton said.
The two are now the best of friends, and they enjoy each other’s company. It’s like they’ve known each other their whole life.
As Rosie slowly got used to her new home and life, her personality also blossomed. According to the family, one of her most interesting characteristics is that “when she gets excited, she snorts like a pig”.
Rosie’s touching video not only secured her a new home, but it also helped many other dogs at the shelter find their forever home.
“Small acts have a big impact: Not only was this sweet dog, Cinnamon, adopted the next morning, but other families who came to adopt her saved other dogs at the shelter, freeing up kennels for strays and owner surrenders waiting in the back who would have certainly been euthanized as the shelter is full,” Sleime said.
One simple video or a photo can reach millions of people and in a matter of seconds, change someone’s life.
Visit the CMPD Animal Care and Control page, and the Greater Charlotte SPCA’s website for more information about adoptable dogs for an opportunity to save another pup’s life just like Rosie’s was saved.
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