Half of it belongs to my son, she replied coldly.

The woman stood in the hallway, breathing heavily, unable to believe her ex-mother-in-law was actually trying to break into her home. But what happened next sent chills through her.

The mother-in-law leaned toward the locksmith and hissed, “Hurry, she mustn’t see what’s inside.” Those words pierced her. What did that mean? The woman stepped forward and noticed barely visible dirt marks on the doormat.

The door had been opened before. Her heart sank. “You’ve already been inside my apartment?!” she screamed. The mother-in-law turned pale, but only smirked: “We have the right.”