Just three days Just three days after we moved into our new house, my husband brought his entire family to get their fingerprints taken, so I sold the house and said something that left him speechless.we moved into our new house, my husband brought his entire family to get their fingerprints taken, so I sold the house and said something that left him speechless.

The broken promise

My heart sank. I remembered clearly what I once told her:
“When we finally have our own house, I just want it to be ours. Just the two of us.”

He had promised not to let anyone interfere in our private lives.
But just three days later, he broke that promise as if he had never made it.

As evening fell, her family was everywhere: her mother, comfortably lying on the sofa, telling me what to cook; her sisters, scattering their clothes and makeup all over the room; and her brother, hanging his jacket on the wall, saying cheerfully, “How lucky! We don’t have to rent an apartment anymore!”

I couldn’t say a word.
The house I had paid 70% for, the home I had built with my youth and my dreams, had suddenly become my in-laws’ residence.

Six fingerprints

That night, when everyone was asleep, I sat silently in the living room, staring at the electronic panel on the door: six new fingerprints lit up.
Each one was like a mark erasing my place in this house.

The next morning, I left early to meet with a real estate agent.
I signed the papers to resell the house: my dream house.

The agent seemed surprised.
“Are you sure? You just moved in.”

I smiled slightly.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay in a place where anyone can open the door whenever they want.”