With no expectations, there was no room for heartbreak.
When I returned home, I discovered I couldn’t get in.
I immediately guessed they had changed the door code. This family truly had no boundaries.
I called a locksmith to open the door, only to find the house completely transformed. All of my belongings were gone—even the tiny photo of my daughter.
At that moment, I hated Patrick and his family to the core.
But I quickly calmed down. Their extreme actions might actually serve as solid evidence for the divorce I so desperately needed.
I considered changing the locks but hesitated.
I wondered—if they didn’t know I was back, would they let their guard down and do something revealing?
So, I installed surveillance cameras around the house and then hid in the bedroom.
It wasn’t long before my in-laws returned.
My mother-in-law, as usual, spoke loudly the moment she entered.
"In a few days, Patrick will bring Kevin back, and our family will finally be reunited."
My father-in-law’s voice followed, hesitant and cautious. "But I feel like Patrick isn’t entirely willing to divorce Andrea. Do you think he still has feelings for her?"
I couldn’t help but laugh silently at his naivety.