My mother-in-law thought she caught me. She found my “journal” with a secret confession—about leaving my husband, Mark. She acted like she’d won. But what she didn’t know? That journal was fake. A trap I planted to prove what I knew all along: she’d been snooping through my things.

It all started when she moved in. Things went missing, drawers out of place, my perfume moved. Mark didn’t believe me. So I created bait—a fake journal hidden deep in the closet. Three days later, she exploded at dinner: “Your wife wants to leave you!” she shouted.

Mark froze. I asked her how she knew. She stumbled. I called her out. She’d just confessed to invading my privacy—in front of everyone.

I turned to Mark. “It was fake. I planted it. I had to show you.”

Silence.

Dinner was ruined. Jennifer shrank into her seat. Later, Mark apologized. “I should’ve believed you.”

That night, for the first time in weeks, I felt peace.

Jennifer passed me in the hallway. Head down. Not a word.

She knew she was caught. And finally, he knew it too.