“My card was stolen,” I said calmly. “The money was debited without my consent.
Yes, I know the address of the person who did it. Yes, I’m ready to provide an explanation.”
A few hours later, my mother-in-law was detained right at her home. The phone I’d bought her with was in her hands.
She was taken to the police station, where she tried to plaintively explain that “her son had given his permission.” But the card was registered in my name. The payment was made without my consent. Legally, it’s pure theft.
She faces a fine or criminal liability.
And my husband… My husband came running home furious, shouting that I’d ruined his mother’s life.
I silently gathered his things, threw his suitcase out the door, and said:
“You’ve been living off me for three years. Enough. Go support your mother yourself.”
And I closed the door in his face.
