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Forced To Live In The Basement By My Husband

When a move to a new house should have been a fresh start, a wife is stunned as her husband invites his best female friend to live with them. The situation escalates when he gives their daughter’s intended master bedroom to the friend's son, relegating his own child to the basement. Labeled selfish by her husband and his family for protesting, the protagonist decides she has had enough. After moving out with her daughter, her husband’s family finally begins to feel the weight of her absence.
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Chapter 3

"Who says I don't want to? Noah is my first grandson," My mother-in-law retorted, her face scrunched as she fiddled with her phone and placed the order.

When the fried chicken arrived, my mother-in-law refused to give Ava any and served everything to Noah.

"That little girl is so greedy, Kelly sneered. “She sees something good to eat and immediately wants it, not even realizing it's not for her."

I grabbed Ava in my arms, giving her a sense of belonging. "Let's go, darling. Mommy will take you out for a treat."

Jason watched us in shock and anger as we turned to leave.

"We’re moving tomorrow, and you’re running off instead of helping to pack?" Jason said after me, but I ignored him.

"Are your hands just for show? Can't you help with the packing?"

I took Ava to have her favorite pizza, then to an amusement park.

Ava was so happy that she hugged my neck as she laughed.

"Mommy, it feels so good when it's just the two of us." She said, her eyes sparkling.

I kissed her cheeks and squeezed her in my arms. "From now on, it’ll just be the two of us." I assured her.

Since the whole family felt Grace and Noah were better, I would let them have what they wanted.

I spent the day playing with Ava, then dropped her at my parent's house and headed back home.

The house was dark. No one bothered to check on me and Ava once and had all gone to bed.

I made my way through the dark to my room, and as I turned on the light a shrill scream pierced the air.

"Ah!"

Startled, I looked up tp see Grace, wearing a revealing spaghetti strap nightdress and curled up in Jason’s arms.

My chest tightened and the anger that had piled up inside me all day came out.

"You Slut."

I yelled and slapped Grace across the face once and then twice.

"Emma, what the hell are you doing? Jason shouted back, shielding Grace behind him. “Why are you hitting her in the middle of the night?

We were just lying together talking, and accidentally fell asleep."

"Really? Talking? In lace lingerie under the covers? And 'accidentally' fell asleep?”

"It’s all because of you.” Jason defended. You weren’t home and Grace helped me pack. She got sweaty, so she showered. After a shower, she naturally wears a nightgown. We were so tired, we just fell asleep talking. Isn’t that normal?"

"Hahaha…Nice story.” I let out a bitter laugh. “If I didn’t come back, why didn’t you call me? Were you afraid I’d interrupt you and your friend’s little 'chat'? Why couldn’t you talk in the living room instead of the bedroom?"

Jason had no answer and turned away, shaking his head.

I didn’t believe him a bit. I stepped forward, grabbed Grace’s hair, and yanked her out of the bed.

"Get out, unless you want all three of us to sleep together?"

Grace clutched her head and cried, tears blurring her vision.

"Jason, help me."

Jason glared at me and shoved me aside.

"Let’s go, I don’t want to stay here with this crazy woman," he said, walking Grace away with him.

As they left, I quickly locked the door behind them. I changed the sheets and blankets and slept soundly through the night.

The next morning, as soon as I woke up, Jason stormed in, his face dark with anger.

"Locking your husband out of the room, is this how you act as a wife?" He said.

I met his raging eyes. "That’s an odd thing to say. I’ve been giving you two chances. If you’re not thankful, that’s fine, but don’t try to turn things around on me."

"I’ve said it before, Grace and I are just friends. You’re my wife!"

I sneered. "Oh, so now I’m your wife? I thought once Grace came back, she’d be your wife instead!"

Jason’s face turned red, veins bulging on his forehead when Grace appeared, playing the good guy.

"Emma, it’s my fault, I didn’t mean for you to misunderstand. Today is a happy day. We are moving; let’s not fight anymore."

"Grace is so thoughtful," my mother-in-law came in and praised her.

The next was Kelly to add. "Emma, if you can’t be as considerate as Grace, at least stop throwing tantrums. If you continue with this attitude, Jason might really leave you."

Seeing everyone on Grace’s side, I could see that the smug look in Grace’s eyes was almost spilling over.

Jason grabbed the car keys, his face still cold."Since it’s moving day, I won’t argue with you.We’ll go to the new house first. You stay here and finish packing. We’ll meet the movers there."

I looked at the mess on the dining table and the chaotic house with a cold smile.

"Alright, you guys go ahead. I’ll make sure everything is cleaned."

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