Marys parents gave us an extraordinary wedding gift a flat! They officially handed us the keys and told us we were the owners, though since it was in a new building, theyd bought it unfinished. My mother-in-law soon remarked that as theyd given us the flat, perhaps my own parents ought to help with the renovations. My parents had given us a sizable sum of money earlier, but they nonetheless agreed to lend a hand with the refurbishment as well.
Right after the wedding, we plunged into the renovation. My father, being a builder, gathered all the supplies, and I was there as an extra pair of hands; even Mary would sometimes help us out.
Occasionally, my father-in-law came along to lend a hand too. We decided against renting any place until the renovations were finished to save money, so we lived with Marys parents for the time being.
One day, as I searched for some paperwork, my eyes landed on the documents related to our flat. What I found took me aback; it unsettled me greatly, because the flat was actually owned by my mother-in-law!
That evening, my father and I were meant to go buy some tiles for the bathroom, but I asked him to postpone our errand to the following day. I explained what Id uncovered, and that I needed time to talk through what it might mean.
Why is Mum down as the owner of our flat? Why not Mary? I demanded directly once everyone had come home.
Oh honestly, youre just being naïve! my mother-in-law sighed. Obviously its to avoid hurting our Mary.
So what does that mean?
Youll divorce her, and then youll try to claim half our flat!
Our flat? How is it right that Dad and I are pouring in all this work not to mention the costs, which are nearly as much as half the flat itself? And why do you assume our marriage is doomed already? Weve only just tied the knot!
Mum, I asked you to put the flat in my name, Mary said quietly.
So you knew about this deception?
No, its not like that I knew, but I told my mum she must write it over to me!
Oh Mary, what a wonderful start to married life! Lies already!
A few days have passed since I moved back to my parents house. I truly dont know what to do next. Mary keeps trying to speak with me, but I need time to think. I never imagined such treachery from her family, though perhaps all parents act the same in the end
What is one to do in such a situation?
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