“Would You Like My Husband? He’s All Yours!” said the wife with a smile to the strange woman who appeared at her door.

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Would you like my husband? He’s all yours! said the wife with a smile, looking directly at the unfamiliar woman who had appeared at her front door.

Hang on, Emily! Someones at the door. Ill ring you back once I see who it is and what they want, said Alice reluctantly, ending the call with her childhood friend. Emily had been regaling her with hilarious details about her mother-in-laws birthday gathering, and Alice had been laughing non-stop, as though she were watching a stand-up show.

Alice walked to the door, peered through the peephole, and was taken aback. Shed expected to see a neighbourafter all, strangers didnt easily slip past the security measures in their block of flats. But standing outside was a young woman with an odd air about her, someone Alice had never seen before.

She decided not to open the doorbest to avoid unnecessary interactions with strangers, especially nowadays with scammers working every angle. Alice lived by a simple rule: dont engage with people you dont know. Scammers preyed on the gullible, but she wasnt one of them.

She picked up her phone again, planning to resume her chat with Emily, but the doorbell rang once more. The woman outside was persistent, clearly convinced someone was in and determined to get a response.

Alice was home alone; her husband, Matthew, had gone to help a mate with some garden work. She returned to the door, taking a closer look through the peephole at the stranger.

Something about her seemed both odd and pitiful, but Alice didnt sense any real danger.

Whats the worst that could happen if I open up? Ill tell her to leave and get on with my weekend, Alice thought. Shes probably lost or wants to sell me something ridiculous.

Making up her mind, Alice opened the door. The woman immediately straightened up, nervously fixing her hair before she spoke.

Good afternoon! Are you Alice? she asked, fidgeting with the scarf around her neck. Well, of course you arewhy do I even ask?

Interesting, Alice mused. Frauds are getting cleverer these days. She even knows my name.

Who are you, and what do you want? Youve been here five minutes already. I didnt ask you over, so get to the point, or please leave! Alice said sharply.

Is Matthew at home? the stranger replied, catching Alice off guard.

Well, this is something else! Alice thought, now suspicious. She knows my husbands name as well. Shes done her homework.

Youre here for Matthew? Alice asked, though what she really wanted to say was something rather less polite.

No, I actually came to speak with you. But if Matthew is at home, it would make things a bit tougher for me, the woman answered, with blunt honesty.

Tougher for you? Whys that? Alice wondered aloud, her curiosity growing.

Hes not here. What do you want, then?

Maybe we could come inside. Its a bit odd to discuss these things out in the corridor, the woman suggested, growing bolder.

Absolutely not! I dont know you, and I dont let strangers into my home. Say what youve got to say, and quickly, snapped Alice.

Do you really want to discuss the intimate details of my relationship with Matthew out here, in front of the neighbours? the woman said, with a wry smile.

What? What relationship? Alice replied, louder than she intended.

Alice, is everything all right? Why are you raising your voice? called Mrs. Hastings, the neighbour, just stepping out of the lift.

Oh, hello Mrs. Hastings! All fine herehows the weather out? Alice tried to deflect.

Looks like its about to rain again, Mrs. Hastings replied, clearly in no rush to return to her own flat and visibly curious about the scene.

Oh, come in then, Alice said, none too pleased, motioning the woman inside to avoid causing a spectacle in the corridor.

Once indoors, the woman looked around Alices flat with keen interest, her gaze settling on various objects.

Youve got five minutes. Speak, Alice said, firmly blocking her from moving further into the living room. This isnt a museum.

My names Phoebe, the woman began, undoing her scarf and removing her coat. Matthew and I are in love.

Oh, how original! Couldnt you come up with something more inventive? Alice interrupted, her tone dry and sarcastic.

Whats so unoriginal? People fall in loveit happens. Youre not the first wife to be left by her husband, Phoebe replied confidently, boldly taking a step towards Alice.

And youre sure he doesnt love me anymore but loves you? asked Alice, still with a half-smile.

Completely certain! Otherwise, I wouldnt be here, Phoebe said, undaunted.

Well, the truth is my husband doesnt love anyone. Never learnt how, so youre mistaken, dear, Alice replied calmly.

Phoebe tried to retort, but just then the door opened and Matthew walked in

and Matthew stepped into the hallway, clearly startled to find an unfamiliar woman in his home.

Phoebe? What are you doing here on a Saturday? Something to do with work? he asked, wholly bewildered.

No, shes here for you, Alice said, enjoying the moment.

For me? What do you mean? Has something happened at the office? Matthew pressed, growing more confused.

No, darling. Shes here to take you away from me. Entirely, Alice replied with a wry grin.

Phoebe, now visibly discomforted, quickly put her coat back on and started backing towards the door.

Leaving so soon? What about Matthew? Arent you here for him? Honestly, Id be more than happy to hand him over, Alice teased.

But Phoebe had already swept out the door, silent.

What was all that about? Matthew asked, utterly perplexed.

Thats what I want to know! Why did this bold woman turn up demanding a divorce and claiming youre going to move in with her? Alice said, folding her arms.

Youre not serious, are you? Matthew replied, genuinely shocked. I honestly have no idea what this is about. Shes been acting oddly at work, but Ive not given her any cause. Ive had enough of this nonsense. You remember what I promised you, dont you?

Good. Because you know me, MatthewI dont stand for this sort of thing. But honestly, women these days will try anything to fix their messy lives, said Alice, shaking her head.

Matthew took off his shoes and headed off to the kitchen, while Alice paused for a moment, lost in thought. She promised herself she wouldnt let things like this unsettle her home life. The thought of how shoddily Phoebes plan had been executed made her grin despite herself.

It was plain as day: whatever others tried, their marriage was far sturdier than anyone would have guessed.

My Husband’s Parents Refuse to Accept His Divorce – They Keep Trying to Reunite Him With His Ex-Wife. “Don’t You Understand, They Have a Son Together!” My Mother-in-Law Complains I am married to a man whose parents have stubbornly refused to accept the fact that their son is divorced—even though it’s been over four years since it happened. They’re constantly trying to reconcile him with his ex-wife. He and I married three years ago and we have a happy life together. My mother-in-law thinks her son acted recklessly and foolishly. She believes he must do everything possible to rebuild his relationship with his ex-wife’s family. After all, his son is still there. When I met Adam, he was already divorced. Supposedly, it was a mutual decision, and his ex-wife happily remarried. Apparently, her affair was the reason for their split. Maybe we made a mistake by getting married. My own mum insisted we wed because she got pregnant, and I wasn’t really in love—I was just dating her. “If she hadn’t been pregnant, I wouldn’t have married her,” my husband explained. I wasn’t intimidated by his ex. At first, I decided to watch him closely. I realised he really wasn’t longing for his old family; he was indifferent to his ex-wife. She wasn’t interested in him either. She remarried, and they only communicate about their son. Only my mother-in-law couldn’t stand things as they were. His father as well. They kept trying to reunite the family, and took our relationship very negatively. “You’re still young, your life is ahead of you. Why would you get involved in someone else’s family?” she asked me when we were alone. I replied that if Adam were married, I wouldn’t interfere. But right now, he’s single. My mother-in-law tried to say more but fell silent when Adam came in. At that moment I knew I’d never have a good relationship with her—but I wasn’t particularly upset. We got married and moved in together. I’ve hardly had any contact with my mother-in-law except for occasional family holidays. That’s when I have to listen to her sigh about my husband’s former family. Adam tries to hush his mum, as he isn’t happy about it either—but then it all just repeats. We’re not rushing to have children. I don’t feel ready to be a mum and my husband already has a son, which my mother-in-law is very pleased about. After the divorce, my mother-in-law stepped in—she kept inviting my husband’s ex-wife for Christmas and praised her for everything. “They made such a lovely couple…” she’d sigh. His ex-wife had nothing to do with it—she was completely indifferent, just showed up and that was that. You could feel the lack of enthusiasm. My mother-in-law even tried to make Adam jealous of his ex-wife and me jealous of him. She’d ring me asking if I knew where my husband was. If I didn’t, she assumed he was with his ex. Or she’d send him on errands to his ex. All sorts of little things. I’m not jealous, but it all gets on my nerves. If you look at Adam and his ex, it’s obvious there’s nothing between them and there never will be. But having a child together doesn’t help. My husband regularly gives his ex money, sometimes talks to his son, and brings him round for visits. His ex isn’t manipulative or greedy, and doesn’t restrict visits. She seems perfectly normal. They behave like civilised adults. It just didn’t work out, and now each has their own life and they respect each other. But my mother-in-law can’t accept that, constantly stirring up drama. When will she stop? When will she wise up? My husband hopes she’ll quiet down once I give her a grandchild, but I don’t believe it.

“Anna is Still Young, She’ll Have More Children!”—She Promised. In the End, Nobody Wanted the Child. Anna and Robert grew up together in a small English town, attending the same school. After graduation, they moved to London for university, found jobs, and rented a modest flat, living together unmarried. When Anna became pregnant, Robert left her—fatherhood wasn’t in his plans. Heartbroken, Anna returned home to raise the child. Robert’s mother, a prominent figure in their town, spread rumours that Anna’s baby had nothing to do with their family, claiming the father must be someone else. To complicate matters, both families lived in the same neighbourhood. Many friends knew the whole story. Anna gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She held no grudge against Robert’s family, wishing only to raise her child in peace. But Robert’s mother kept telling everyone that the child was not her son’s. “Look at them!” the woman explained. “The child is blonde, while we’re all dark-haired. And that nose isn’t ours! We’re all attractive, and this child is plain—trying to worm their way into our family. They’re nothing but trouble!” Anna, exasperated, suggested a paternity test to ease Robert’s mother’s mind. The result was immediate: Robert’s mother invited Anna over to meet her granddaughter, showering the child with lavish gifts. Anna, who survived on her own mother’s pension, was grateful. Soon, the new grandmother asked to take her granddaughter for visits. Anna explained that at only a year old, the girl was too young to be away from her mother. The grandmother became upset. She then warned Anna she would take her to court to secure visitation rights, arguing the girl would be much better off with her grandmother, who had everything a child needed. The court, she claimed, would favour her; after all, everyone knew her in their town. Anna was told she was still young and could have more children, so she should “willingly give up” her daughter. Anna stood her ground, fighting to raise her own child through years of costly and stressful court battles. The little girl once rejected by her powerful family was suddenly their most cherished member. Influential relatives brought in witnesses, stalked Anna, complained, took photos—until Anna was forced to hide and move away. But eventually, things settled down. Robert remarried and had a son. His mother’s attention shifted to her new grandson. Anna’s daughter started school and Anna herself moved to London. Anna frequently travelled home to visit her mother and child. Eventually, she met someone new, and her mother encouraged her to build a life for herself, promising to care for Anna’s daughter until she was settled. Anna remarried, moved into a new apartment, and is now expecting another baby. But even with a new family, Anna hesitates to bring her daughter to London—her husband is indifferent to another man’s child. Anna decides it is better for her daughter to remain with her grandmother where she has friends and school. Besides, with a new baby on the way, no one would be able to look after her daughter in London. But Anna’s mother’s health began to fail; ambulances were called, hospital visits became routine, and Anna’s daughter was left with retired neighbours. The once-powerful grandmother lost all interest in her granddaughter. Now, when she sees Anna’s mother, she only smirks: “You should’ve listened to me! If you’d given me the girl, I’d have raised her right! By now, she’d be speaking foreign languages, playing piano, attending the best schools. Instead, her mother abandoned her. Who will she become when she grows up? Now I have my grandson to care for—he’ll get the absolute best, the finest schools, the best extracurriculars!” The father has never shown any interest in the girl. After all the bitterness and legal battles, the child nobody wanted is left with no one. No one knows what the future holds for her.