My Mother-in-Law Kept Sne@king Into Our Bedroom and Going Through My Underwear Drawer Every Time She Visited – So One Day, I Set a Trap She Never Saw Coming

I smiled. “Of course.”

She went upstairs.

Three minutes later, Kathryn screamed my name.

I kept buttering my roll.

Austin looked at me. “What?”

“Nothing.”

Three minutes later, Kathryn screamed my name.

Austin shot out of his chair. We ran upstairs together.

Kathryn was standing in my bedroom with the binder in both hands. Her face was red with fury.

Austin took the binder from her and opened it.

“How dare you,” she said.

I stopped in the doorway.

“No. How dare you.”

Austin took the binder from her and opened it. I watched his expression change as he turned the pages. Annoyance. Then shock. Then that tight, private panic people get when they realize denial would be futile.

“You told me she was hiding money.”

“This is crazy,” he said.

I shook my head. “No. Crazy is using your mother to search my bedroom because you were afraid I’d find out about your debt.”