When my husband Alex and I bought our home, I thought we were building a life together. Years of raising kids, budgeting every penny, and holding down the fort while he climbed the corporate ladder—I gave everything,

Then, during one of his mother Diane’s many snide dinners, she dropped the bomb: “This house is in my name. Alex put it there—because you don’t contribute enough.”I was stunned. Betrayed. My “partner” had secretly handed over our home to his mother, all under the excuse of “protection.” From me.