From the outside, my marriage to Andrew looked solid—nice house,

bright daughter, and the usual social media smiles.

But behind the scenes, I always played second to his mother, Susan. He worshipped her, while I got forgotten birthdays.

Then one night, Andrew begged me to take out a $15,000 loan for his mom.

He claimed she’d pay me back in a month and said he couldn’t take it himself because of his bank job.

Against my better judgment, I agreed—just to keep peace.

I handed over the cash, and he left to give it to her. A month later, there was still no repayment.

When I texted Susan, she coldly replied: “I never borrowed a cent.”

Andrew shrugged and said she never intended to pay me back.

The money? She used it for a facelift, breast implants, a luxury wardrobe,

and a dating photoshoot—all on my credit. I was furious—but I had a plan.

Unbeknownst to Andrew, I had recorded the moment I gave him the envelope.

With that and Susan’s text, I went to a lawyer. We discovered her “inheritance threat” was fake—the house wasn’t even legally hers.

I filed for divorce and full custody, and my lawyer also filed fraud charges.

Andrew tried to spin his way out, but the evidence buried him. Meanwhile,

I focused on rebuilding my life with my daughter.

I once checked Susan’s Instagram out of curiosity—but she’d blocked me.

Apparently, #HotGirlSummer doesn’t include lawsuits.