I married for love, but on my first night at my in-laws’ house, I overheard my husband tell his mother, “She’s finally in my trap—now we can begin our secret plan.”

I married for love, not for money, and that’s why I brushed aside every red flag about Ethan Cole’s family.“His mother is controlling,” my best friend Nina had warned.His family is drowning in debt,” my cousin had added.But for two years Ethan had been gentle, charming, attentive. He proposed in a quiet park in Seattle, hands shaking, eyes glossy with tears. I said yes because I believed him when he promised, “With me, you’ll always be safe.”The wedding was modest and beautiful. That evening, we drove to his parents’ house in Tacoma because his mother, Linda, insisted on a “traditional first night blessing” under her roof before we moved into our apartment the next day. It felt strange, but Ethan squeezed my fingers and murmured, “Just one night. It’ll make her happy.”

Late that night, after the house had gone quiet, I woke up thirsty. As I stepped into the hallway, I heard voices drifting up from the kitchen.Ethan’s voice.Soft. Controlled. Nothing like the man who had said his vows hours earlier.Finally, she is in my trap,” he said. “Now we start executing our plan.”A chill rushed through me.Linda let out a clipped laugh. “Good. She trusts you. Once the property transfer is signed, we can fix the rest. Don’t let her talk to anyone from her side tomorrow.”I stood frozen on the staircase, fingers digging into the railing. Property transfer?Ethan lowered his voice. “I’ll tell her it’s for tax paperwork. She signs fast when she’s emotional.”Linda added, “And keep her away from Daniel. He notices too much.”Daniel—Ethan’s younger brother. Quiet. Watchful. The only person who’d looked uneasy during dinner whenever Linda cut me off mid-sentence.