My Daughter-in-Law Is Trying to Teach Me Lessons? In My Own House That I Paid For? I Told My Son.

“And if he does not believe me? And if he defends her?”

“Then at least you will already be protected. Your house will be safe, your documents will be in order. Victoria will not be able to touch you.”

“But my son…”

“Your son will have to make his own decision,”

Said Ryan.

“Like my dad made his. I just hope he makes it before it is too late.”

We spent two more hours in that coffee shop. Ryan told me more details; he showed me documents, photos of his dad before and after meeting Victoria.

The difference was heartbreaking. In the before photos, Arthur looked happy, healthy.

In the after photos, he looked lost, empty.

“That is not going to happen to me,”

I said.

“I am not going to end up like that.”

“It will not end up like that,”

Said Benjamin.

“Because you are stronger, because you are taking action, because you are not alone.”

He was right. I was not alone.

I had Benjamin, I had Ryan, I had the truth. Now I just needed my son to see it, too.

The Truth Exposed

That night, sitting in my living room, I made a decision. It was time to confront Lucas.

It was time to show him everything. It was time to give him the chance to choose: his mother or that woman.

I called Benjamin.

“I am ready. Organize the meeting.”

“Are you sure?”

“Completely sure. The longer we wait, the more dangerous it becomes. Let us do it now.”

“All right. I will tell Lucas you want to talk, that you have something important to tell him.”

“He will come with Victoria, obviously.”

“Let her come. Let both of them come. I want her to be there when I show my son who she really is.”

The meeting was scheduled for two days later in my house at 6:00 in the evening. Lucas accepted immediately.

He probably thought I had accepted his proposal, that I was going to let them move in. He had no idea what really awaited him.

The next two days I spent preparing. I organized all the documents.

I put them in separate folders: one folder with the evidence on Victoria, another with my legal documents, another with the testimonies from Ryan and other victims. I also cleaned the house.

I cooked; I made coffee. Not because I wanted to be hospitable, but because I needed to keep myself busy; I needed to calm my nerves.

The night before the meeting, I barely slept. I stayed awake imagining how it would be, how Lucas would react, how Victoria would react.

If they would believe me, if they would attack me, if everything would blow up. But there was no turning back.

It was time for the truth to come out, and whatever happened, I would be ready. The day arrived.

I got up early, even though I had barely slept. I showered; I dressed carefully.

I chose a gray dress, sober, serious. I wanted to look strong.

I wanted that when Lucas looked at me, he saw the woman who had raised him, not a victim, not someone weak, but his mother—the woman who had always fought for him. Benjamin arrived at 5:00 in the evening; he brought more documents, more evidence.

Ryan arrived shortly after; he looked nervous. I was too, but there was something stronger than nerves: there was determination.

We went over everything one last time. The plan was simple: I would start speaking.

I would tell Lucas I had discovered things about Victoria. I would show him the documents one by one.

Ryan would give his testimony. Benjamin would explain the legal aspects.

And then Lucas would have to decide. At 6:00 sharp, the doorbell rang.

My heart jumped. I took a deep breath.

I went to open the door. Lucas was there with Victoria by his side.

He was smiling; she was, too. They thought this was a celebration.

They thought I had accepted their plan.

“Hello, Mom.”

“Hello, son. Come in.”

They entered the living room and there they stopped. They saw Benjamin, they saw Ryan, they saw the documents on the table, the folders, the papers.

Lucas’s smile vanished.

“What is this, Mom? Who are these people?”

“Sit down, please. We need to talk.”

Victoria tensed up. Her eyes scanned the room, calculating, looking for exits, looking for strategies.

“I do not understand what is going on here,”

She said with a cold voice.

“Soon you will understand. Sit down.”

Lucas looked at me confused, but he sat down. Victoria remained standing a few seconds more.

Finally she sat next to him, but on the edge of the sofa, ready to run if necessary. I sat across from them.

Benjamin and Ryan remained standing behind me as witnesses, as backup.

“Lucas,”

I started.

“A few days ago I received a visit. This gentleman is Benjamin Foster. He is an attorney. He came to tell me something that changed everything.”

Lucas frowned.

“What thing?”

“Victoria hired me, or tried to hire me,”

Benjamin said.

“She asked me to investigate how she and you could claim rights to this house.”

“She told me your mother was sick, that she needed help, that she could no longer take care of herself alone.”

Lucas turned around.

“What? Did you do that?”

Victoria raised her hands.

“Lucas, let me explain. I was just worried about your mom. I wanted to know what options we had to help her.”

“Lie,”

Said Benjamin.

“You asked specifically about mental incapacity, about how to take legal control of the property without the owner’s consent.”

“That is not true!”

“I have the emails, Victoria. I have everything recorded. Every word you said to me.”

The color disappeared from Victoria’s face. Lucas looked at her with disbelief.

“Victoria, is that true?”

She did not answer; she just looked at Benjamin with hatred. I kept talking; my voice was firm now, it was not shaking.

“When Benjamin told me that, he started investigating and he discovered something else, something you need to know, Lucas.”

I took the first folder. I opened it.

I took out the photo of Arthur Gales.

“This man was named Arthur Gales. He was 68 years old. He was a widower. He lived alone and four years ago he married Victoria.”

Lucas took the photo; he looked at it, then he looked at Victoria.