My Hubby Spent $720,000 Of My Money On A House For His Parents, He Said: Don’t Like It Then Get Out!

The Unexpected Inheritance

His ongoing pretense in front of his parents, acting as though I was the reason we couldn’t have grandchildren, infuriated me further. “I’m tired of being pressured about grandchildren, it’s not me who’s hesitant about having children, it’s Benjamin.” “I’ve been clear about wanting them soon, so please stop this constant pressure.” I continued, my voice steeped in exasperation.

Seeing Benjamin struggle to respond to my uncharacteristic outburst brought a bitter sense of satisfaction, but it didn’t solve our underlying issues. Feeling uncertain about what to do next, I just stared out of the car window, ignoring Benjamin.

A turning point came a month later when a relative of mine, my father’s brother, passed away. He left behind several pieces of land and a luxurious mansion and lived a lavish lifestyle.

Benjamin’s eyes widened when he learned of my uncle’s impressive estate. “I didn’t realize you had such a remarkable relative!” He commented.

A few days after hearing about my inheritance, I decided to discuss the inheritance details with a lawyer in our apartment. Knowing the matter was exclusively mine and seeing Benjamin’s discomfort with the idea of inheritance, I politely asked him to step out of the room.

After about five hours of detailed explanation from the lawyer, I thanked him and saw him out. Surprisingly, when I turned around, Benjamin was not in the apartment.

The Two-Family Trap

Assuming he had stepped out to give us privacy, I began preparing dinner, unaware of the changes that lay ahead. Four months later, Benjamin would come to me with an unexpected confession.

Benjamin’s unexpected invitation for a drive filled me with a mix of excitement and curiosity. As we drove into a residential area, my curiosity turned to confusion when we stopped in front of a house unfamiliar to me.

Benjamin pressed the intercom and to my surprise, my in-laws stepped out, not from their usual home, but from this new one. My father-in-law beamed.

“You finally made it! So when are you and Nancy moving in? We’re thinking of moving in by the end of this month.” My father-in-law exclaimed.

His next words were less welcoming. He accused me of being a selfish daughter-in-law and of shifting the responsibility of having children onto Benjamin.

I shot Benjamin a disapproving look, bewildered as to why he would bring me here when I had made it clear that I didn’t want to visit my in-laws anymore. Seeking clarity, I asked Benjamin for an explanation.

He responded almost too calmly. “Don’t be so upset, if we live together it can help mend the relationship between you and my mom.” “Besides, this will be our new home from now on, so you should be more cooperative about the children’s issues.” He replied.

Financial Betrayal

His revelation stunned me. I had expressly stated I didn’t want to live with them, yet here he was announcing plans that were already set in motion without my agreement.

The house, as Benjamin explained, was a two-family residence. “My plan was always for us to eventually live with my parents, so what’s the problem with living in a two-family house now?” He asked, as if the arrangement should have been obvious.

As I mulled over the situation, the implications of living in such a house became clear, especially in light of our finances. Constructing such a grand house seemed beyond our means and I couldn’t understand how Benjamin managed it.

“My dad and I chipped in the money so our savings are empty, but that’s fine right?” Benjamin said nonchalantly, revealing a complete disregard for our mutual financial planning.

He then added. “I heard your uncle’s inheritance was about $720,000, so if you use that money to repay us for the cost of this two-family house it should all work out, huh?” He added.

His assumption that my inheritance would simply be used to cover these expenses without my consent left me astounded. The audacity of his plan, assuming I would finance these arrangements unilaterally, was not only presumptive but deeply unsettling.

The Choice of Divorce

Frustrated with the entire ordeal, Benjamin delved into his bag and pulled out a pre-filled divorce form with his name already scribbled on it. “Your money is our money, if you don’t like living together let’s just get a divorce!” He declared confidently.

Taking the form from his hand, I replied resolutely. “Fine, if those are the only options then divorce is the better choice for me.” I replied.

I slipped the divorce form into my bag, turned my back on him and my stunned in-laws, and walked away without heeding their reactions. As I walked out, I mentioned offhandedly.

“By the way, I renounced my uncle’s inheritance.” Benjamin stood frozen, his face etched with confusion.

Without waiting for any response, I caught a bus and returned to our apartment. Once home, I filled in my name on the divorce form that already bore Benjamin’s, finalized it, and promptly submitted the divorce papers.

Then I went to a home improvement store, bought several cardboard boxes, and started preparing for my move. Recognizing I couldn’t manage the move alone, I hired a moving company.