When my husband’s aunt Mary and her stepdaughter Lauren asked to stay “just for a week,” I happily agreed. But what started as a favor soon turned into a nightmare.They moved in claiming Lauren needed a fresh start after a tough divorce. I remembered Lauren was Rick’s teenage fling, but dismissed my doubts. The first days were fine, but the week turned into a month, with no plans to leave.

Subtle sabotages began — wine spilled on my dress, a family heirloom vase broken, even a dangerous gas stove left on. Mary and Lauren made snide remarks about me, planting seeds of doubt in Rick’s mind.

Then I overheard them plotting to break us up, casually talking about making Rick divorce me and come back to Lauren.When I told Rick, he dismissed my concerns, blaming my insecurity. Determined to prove the truth, I enlisted my friend Tasha to secretly record Lauren admitting their plan to destroy my marriage

.At a family lunch, I confronted them with the footage. Mary and Lauren left silently, and Rick finally apologized for not believing me. We promised honesty moving forward.Mary and Lauren are out of our lives now, but the betrayal still stings. Sometime