My Husband and His Mom Got Rid of My Cat While I Was Away — but I Never Expected My Neighbor to Help Me Get Revenge

When I returned from a short trip, I discovered that my mother-in-law had decided to “free” me from my beloved cat, Benji. But thanks to my neighbor’s quick thinking and some dirt from the past, I not only got my cat back but also found the strength to free myself from a useless husband.

Benji wasn’t just a pet to me. He was my heart, my comfort, my family. I rescued him as a kitten when I was drowning in grief after losing my father. My husband, John, never understood. He called my bond with Benji “weird.”

A woman smiling and holding a white cat while a man stands in the background with crossed arms | Source: Midjourney

A woman smiling and holding a white cat while a man stands in the background with crossed arms | Source: Midjourney

But I never imagined he and his mother, Carol, would take things this far.

The house felt wrong the moment I walked in after my weekend trip with my girlfriends. The usual patter of paws across hardwood floors was missing.

Some people believed cats weren’t as attached to their owners as dogs, but Benji could prove them all wrong. He always greeted me.

A white cat sitting on a shelf | Source: Pexels

A white cat sitting on a shelf | Source: Pexels

But on this day, instead of his meows, I got silence. And even worse, I could detect the faint scent of my mother-in-law’s overpowering perfume lingering in the air.

I walked further into the house and saw John sprawled on the couch, distracted by his phone.

“Where’s Benji?” I wondered.

“No idea. Maybe he ran off,” he replied with a shrug.

A man sitting on a sofa holding a phone and looking up | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on a sofa holding a phone and looking up | Source: Midjourney

The casual tone in his voice set off my alarm bells. Benji never “ran off.” He was an indoor cat who got nervous just looking at the backyard through the window.

That’s when I noticed Carol sitting at the dining table with a smug smile playing on her thin lips as she sipped her coffee.

“Where is my cat?” I demanded, walking toward her.

A woman in a living room looks angry | Source: Midjourney

A woman in a living room looks angry | Source: Midjourney

Carol set down the mug with deliberate slowness. “Well…” she began. “I used your time away to do what was necessary. Finally, you’re free from that animal.”

“Excuse me?”

“You were way too obsessed with that disgusting fur ball to focus on what really matters. It’s time to start a family,” she continued. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

An older woman with an impassive face sitting at a dining table | Source: Midjourney

An older woman with an impassive face sitting at a dining table | Source: Midjourney

Fire. Pure, hot, and raging fire coursed through my blood as I walked closer to the dining table. My hands clutched the back of a chair carefully, with all the restraint I could muster.

“What did you do with him?” I asked slowly.

“Now, Frances, don’t get dramatic,” Carol sighed, waving a dismissive hand. “You’re 32, for heaven’s sake. Time to grow up. No more time or money spent on pet food, toys, or whatever.”

A kitten looking at a toy | Source: Pexels

A kitten looking at a toy | Source: Pexels

I turned to John, who hadn’t moved from his position on the couch. “You let this happen and you LIED to me?!”

He shrugged again, still not looking up. “I think my mother’s right. It’s time to move on.”

“Move on from what?” My voice cracked. “Having something in my life that actually brings me joy? Unlike this marriage?”

That got his attention. John finally looked up, his face flushing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

A man sitting on a couch with his mouth open looking offended | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on a couch with his mouth open looking offended | Source: Midjourney

“It means you’ve never supported anything that matters to me. Not once. You and your mother just decide what’s best for my life without ever asking what I want.”

Carol stood up, her chair scraping against the hardwood floor. “We decide what’s best because you clearly can’t make good decisions for yourself. Look at you now, throwing a tantrum over a cat when you should be focusing on starting a family.”

An older woman standing next to a table gesturing with her hands | Source: Midjourney

An older woman standing next to a table gesturing with her hands | Source: Midjourney

“You mean a family like this one?” I laughed, the sound harsh and foreign to my ears. “Where my husband can’t make a single decision without consulting his mommy first? And he decides to lie to me just to please you?”

At that moment, I wanted to tell her that my husband lied to her, too, about many things. But I held my tongue. I needed to recover Benji first.

“Now you’re just being hysterical,” Carol crossed her arms. “This is exactly why we had to take matters into our own hands.”

“Tell me where he is.” I stepped closer to Carol. “Now.”

A woman looking angry and mouthing something in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking angry and mouthing something in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“Or what?” Carol smiled, but I caught the slight uncertainty in her eyes. “What are you going to do about it?”

Before I could answer, movement from the window caught my eye. My neighbor Lisa was in my yard, waving urgently. When I met her gaze, she pointed toward her house and mouthed something.

Somehow, only I noticed her.

“I’ll be right back,” I managed to say to Carol through clenched teeth, then added, “And when I return, I want to know exactly what you did with my cat.”

Stepping outside, I felt the cool spring air against my flushed face. Lisa hurried over, and we crossed the street to stand on her lawn. It was then that I noticed the phone in her hand.

Two women talking on the front lawn of a house | Source: Midjourney

Two women talking on the front lawn of a house | Source: Midjourney

“I saw your mother-in-law with Benji yesterday,” she said, breathless. “You might want to see this.”

She held out her phone, open to Facebook, and my blood ran cold at the post. There was Benji, his distinctive white fur and bright green collar unmistakable, cradled in the arms of Samantha.

That woman made my life hell in high school, but ironically, she reinvented herself years later as a lifestyle and fitness influencer who spread positivity. Unfortunately, thousands of people fell for her act, and she now lived fully off social media.

A woman recording herself while wearing sporty clothes and using a floor exercise mat | Source: Pexels

A woman recording herself while wearing sporty clothes and using a floor exercise mat | Source: Pexels

But this particular post was the only thing that mattered to me. The caption read: “Meet the newest addition to the family! Sometimes the perfect pet just falls into your lap. #blessed #newcatmom”

“That’s not all,” Lisa said, swiping to a video. “I was watering my plants yesterday morning when I saw your mother-in-law carrying Benji’s carrier to her car. Something felt off, so I just got in my truck and followed her. I decided to record just in case.”

An older woman hurrying along, carrying a cat in a basket | Source: Midjourney

An older woman hurrying along, carrying a cat in a basket | Source: Midjourney

The video, which was obviously shot from the inside of Lisa’s truck, showed Carol’s sedan pulling up to a modern townhouse.

Carol emerged with Benji’s carrier, walked up to the front door, and handed my pet over to Samantha. My mother-in-law had a big smile on her face as she got back into her sedan and drove off.

The video ended there.

“I’m so sorry, Frances,” Lisa said. “I should have tried to stop her.”

“No,” I said, squeezing her arm. “You did exactly the right thing. This is perfect.”

Two women talking on the front lawn of a house, one holding a phone, both looking worried | Source: Midjourney

Two women talking on the front lawn of a house, one holding a phone, both looking worried | Source: Midjourney

“Want me to come with you to confront her?”

I shook my head. “No, just send me the video. I need to do this alone. But thank you. For everything.”

I crossed the street and went back inside. Carol had moved next to John on the couch, and they were in a deep, quiet conversation.

They looked up when I entered, and I felt the urge to do something unpleasant to my mother-in-law. This feeling only intensified when she began speaking.

A man and his mother sitting on a couch looking up with upset expressions | Source: Midjourney

A man and his mother sitting on a couch looking up with upset expressions | Source: Midjourney

“If you’re done with your little drama,” she said.

“Samantha?” I cut her off. “Really? That’s who you gave my cat to?”

Carol’s eyes widened slightly before she caught herself. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Save it. I have a video of you stealing my cat and giving it to her. What was the plan here? You just happened to choose my high school bully to give Benji to? Was that supposed to be some kind of twisted punishment?”

A girl in a classroom being pointed at by other classmates | Source: Pexels

A girl in a classroom being pointed at by other classmates | Source: Pexels

John stood up. “Frances, calm down. Mom was just trying to help.”

“Help who?” I asked. “Help her maintain control over our marriage? Help Samantha get more social media followers with a cute new pet?”

“This is ridiculous,” Carol snapped. “John, tell her she’s being ridiculous.”

But I was already grabbing my car keys. “I’m going to get my cat. When I get back, I want you both gone.”

***

Samantha’s townhouse sat in an upscale development across town. Each knock on her door felt like a hammer to my racing heart.

Several townhouses | Source: Pexels

Several townhouses | Source: Pexels

Two minutes later, the door swung open. My bully stood there in yoga pants and a crop top, and her surprised expression quickly morphed into a sneer.

“Well, if it isn’t ‘Frances, no Chances,’” she said, blocking the doorway. “You never had friends or boyfriends. Isn’t that why you had to marry that boring accountant?”

She wasn’t entirely wrong. I had been a loner for most of my life. My family was my only haven, which is why I took the death of my father so horribly. My mom and sister were still there, but it was Benji who ultimately saved me.

A woman looking sad and distraught in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking sad and distraught in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney

John had been my first everything.

Now I could understand the importance of dating, learning from mistakes, and experiencing different relationships.

If I had any experience, I probably wouldn’t have chosen him or taken all his mistakes and troubles in stride, thinking I was being a good wife.

“Where’s my cat?” I asked, ignoring her jabs and focusing on what mattered.

“You mean my new cat?” Samantha’s eyebrows rose. “He was a gift. Totally legal. No backsies.”

A woman in black exercise clothes smirking outside her townhouse door | Source: Midjourney

A woman in black exercise clothes smirking outside her townhouse door | Source: Midjourney

“A gift from someone who had no right to give him away. That’s theft.”

She laughed. “Please. Who’s going to believe you? It’s just a cat. Besides, he’s much better off here. Have you seen how many followers I have? People love me. He’ll be famous.”

“The police might be interested in this video of Carol stealing and giving away my property, especially because Benji is registered to me in his microchip.”

A woman standing on a lawn looking angry | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing on a lawn looking angry | Source: Midjourney

Samantha’s smile faltered slightly. “Please, you won’t call the police.”

“Oh, I’ll do more than just call the police,” I said, pulling out my phone. “Remember high school, Samantha? Remember how you made my life miserable? You laughed at me every day for just wanting to be left alone. And what about my homecoming dress? The one you and your bully friends ripped to shreds?”

A group of friends dressed for a school dance | Source: Unsplash

A group of friends dressed for a school dance | Source: Unsplash

I pulled up an old photo I’d kept all these years. “I have proof of what you did with that dress. And guess what? I can make a video. A very detailed video. About all of it. And post it to every platform. I’m sure it’ll go viral. After all, so many people love you.”

The color drained from Samantha’s face. Her carefully crafted influencer image trembled before my eyes.

“Don’t,” she whispered, her bravado crumbling. “Please don’t. Just… take the cat.”

She disappeared inside and returned with Benji, who looked relieved to see me. “Please, just don’t post anything.”

A woman in exercise clothes outside a townhouse, holding a white cat | Source: Midjourney

A woman in exercise clothes outside a townhouse, holding a white cat | Source: Midjourney

I gathered Benji into my arms, feeling his purr. It gave me comfort, but also, the strength to get in my car and go home.

John and Carol were still there when I walked in with my cat secure in my arms.

Carol jumped up from the table. “How dare you—” she started.

“No,” I cut her off. “How dare you. Both of you. I thought I told you to get out of my house.”

“Frances, you’re being ridiculous,” John said.

A man sitting on a couch, looking up worriedly | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on a couch, looking up worriedly | Source: Midjourney

“I want a divorce.”

Carol gasped. “You ungrateful—”

“I have video evidence of you stealing my cat,” I said, meeting her eyes. “Leave now, or I’m calling the police.”

“You can’t do that!” Carol insisted. “And this is my son’s house, too!”

“It’s not,” I replied and stared at my husband. “Didn’t he tell you? He might be an accountant, but he has terrible credit. I had to sign the loan for this house on my own. It’s just my name on the deed.”

A woman holding keys to a house | Source: Unsplash

A woman holding keys to a house | Source: Unsplash

“What?” Carol turned to her son with wide eyes.

“I would also advise on not helping him so much,” I continued. “He actually spends all you give him playing poker with his buddies.”

“Frances!” John shouted, outraged, finally getting up from the couch.

“Leave now, or I might tell your mom that it’s not just poker,” I added. “There’s a little club next to the airport…”

The entrance to a nightclub | Source: Unsplash

The entrance to a nightclub | Source: Unsplash

“Stop!” he urged, one hand up. “We’re leaving.”

John pulled his mother out, while she bickered the entire time.

At last, the door clicked shut behind them, and the house fell quiet again.

The scent of Carol’s perfume would soon drift away forever, and the evidence of John’s uselessness as a husband would soon be gone, too.

Only Benji’s heavenly smell would remain, along with the promise of a better future.

“With that thought,” I muttered, pulling out my phone and calling my lawyer. After that, I was buying Lisa something special.

A woman standing in a living room, holding a cat and a phone, smiling | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a living room, holding a cat and a phone, smiling | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

I Found a Disc in My Husband’s Closet — When I Saw Its Contents, I Called the Police

I thought I knew my husband. For three years, we built a life together—routine, predictable, safe. But when I found a hidden disc in his closet, everything I believed about our marriage shattered in an instant.

If you had asked me a month ago, I would’ve told you my life was perfectly normal. The kind of life people look at and say, “They’ve got it all figured out.”

A close-up shot of a woman slightly smiling | Source: Midjourney

A close-up shot of a woman slightly smiling | Source: Midjourney

I had a stable job as an accountant. My husband, Tom, worked as a truck driver, hauling goods across state lines. Our schedules didn’t always match up, but we made it work. We always had.

I earned more than Tom, but that had never been an issue between us. He was practical, down-to-earth—never the type to feel insecure about money. “Hey, if it means I can sneak an extra burger without guilt, who am I to complain?” he’d joke whenever I covered dinner.

We weren’t one of those picture-perfect, Instagram-worthy couples, but we were happy. At least, I thought we were.

Couple staring lovingly at each other | Source: Midjourney

Couple staring lovingly at each other | Source: Midjourney

We had our traditions. Friday night takeout from our favorite Chinese place. Sunday morning pancakes—his were always slightly burnt, but I ate them anyway. Late-night phone calls when he was on the road, his deep voice cutting through the crackling signal.

“You should be sleeping,” I’d tell him.

“And miss my favorite part of the day? No chance,” he’d reply, his voice warm, familiar.

When he was home, he’d wrap his arms around me while I cooked, swaying slightly as if we were slow dancing. He always smelled like motor oil and pine-scented aftershave, a mix that had become so comforting I couldn’t sleep without his pillow beside me.

Woman sleeping soundly | Source: Midjourney

Woman sleeping soundly | Source: Midjourney

I thought we knew everything about each other. His weirdest habit? Eating peanut butter straight from the jar. His biggest fear? Heights—ironic, given that he drove across towering bridges all the time.

We talked about everything… or so I believed.

Looking back, I wonder how much of it was real.

Because in the end, there was a part of Tom I never knew. A part he kept locked away, hidden in the darkest corners of our life.

And I was about to find it.

Sunday cleaning had always been my thing. With Tom gone for the week, I had plenty of time to go all in—dusting, vacuuming, and reorganizing everything in sight.

A person folding clothes | Source: Pexels

A person folding clothes | Source: Pexels

I had just finished the living room when I moved to our bedroom. I started with my dresser, then Tom’s side of the closet. His clothes were always a mess—work shirts tossed over hangers, jeans shoved into piles. I sighed, shaking my head.

“You’d think after three years, you’d learn to fold a damn shirt,” I muttered, smiling to myself.

As I stacked a few of his shirts, my hand brushed against something hard, hidden behind an old shoebox. I pulled it out—a small, unmarked disc.

I frowned. What’s this?

I turned it over in my hand. It wasn’t in a case, just a plain silver disc. It felt out of place, like something that had been deliberately tucked away.

Disc on a gray surface | Source: Pexels

Disc on a gray surface | Source: Pexels

Curiosity got the better of me. I walked over to my desk, slid the disc into my laptop, and waited.

A grainy video appeared on the screen. The camera wobbled slightly before settling on someone sitting on a couch, smiling at the lens.

I blinked.

It was my sister.

I sat up straight, confused. She was dressed up, wearing a delicate gold necklace, earrings, and a bracelet. She ran a hand through her hair and laughed.

Close-up of a woman wearing gold jewelry | Source: Midjourney

Close-up of a woman wearing gold jewelry | Source: Midjourney

“You always know how to spoil me,” she purred, lifting her wrist to admire the bracelet.

Then, she giggled.

“Oh, Tom… my beloved Tom. What would your wife think if she knew?”

My entire body tensed.

“What?” I whispered under my breath.

The voice behind the camera—Tom’s voice—sounded uneasy.

“Cut it out, Lisa. That’s not funny.”

“Oh, come on,” she teased, leaning closer to the lens. “You wouldn’t want me to… tell her something crazy, would you? I mean, after everything you’ve done for me…”

Woman wearing gold jewelry | Source: Midjourney

Woman wearing gold jewelry | Source: Midjourney

She tapped her fingers against the bracelet, smiling. My sister’s voice was playful, but there was something else beneath it. Something calculated. I glanced at the timestamp in the corner of the video.

It was recorded on her birthday.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. Was she… was she making this up? Was she trying to blackmail Tom? Or worse… was there something between them?

I quickly picked up my phone and dialed Tom’s number.

“Tom… what the hell is this?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, my heart hammering in my chest.

There was a pause on the other end. Too long of a pause. “What are you talking about?” Tom finally said, his voice carefully neutral.

Worried man on phone | Source: Midjourney

Worried man on phone | Source: Midjourney

I turned back to my laptop screen, my eyes locking onto the video. My sister, Lisa, sitting there with that smug little smile, twirling a bracelet around her wrist. My bracelet.

I felt the blood drain from my face.

No.

It couldn’t be.

I zoomed in on the screen, my breath catching in my throat. The gold bracelet, the intricate floral design—I knew it all too well. Because that bracelet had been mine.

And it had been stolen from me two years ago.

Woman using a laptop | Source: Pexels

Woman using a laptop | Source: Pexels

I remember that night vividly.

Tom and I had gone out for dinner, and when we came back, the house was a mess—drawers yanked open, furniture overturned, and my jewelry box emptied. The police had chalked it up to a random break-in, but nothing else was taken. Just my jewelry.

I had cried that night, devastated. Some of those pieces had belonged to my mother. Tom had held me, told me it was just stuff, that it could be replaced.

Husband consoling his wife in the bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Husband consoling his wife in the bedroom | Source: Midjourney

But now… now my stolen jewelry was sitting on my sister’s wrist.

A sickening realization hit me like a freight train.

“It was you,” I whispered.

“What?” Tom’s voice sharpened.

“It was you. You stole my jewelry.”

Silence.

Then, a sharp exhale. “It’s not what you think.”

“Then explain it to me, Tom! Because I’m looking at a video of my sister wearing MY bracelet! The one that was supposedly stolen two years ago!”

More silence.

Distressed woman on a phone call | Source: Midjourney

Distressed woman on a phone call | Source: Midjourney

My hands were shaking, but I forced myself to keep watching. At the end of the video, the screen cut to black. Then, white text appeared.

“If you don’t want my sister to get this video—you have to pay handsomely!”

My stomach twisted. Lisa wasn’t just playing around. She was blackmailing him.

And Tom… Tom had kept this hidden.

“Is this why you’ve been so stressed lately? Why you’ve been so secretive?” My voice was shaking now. “Lisa’s been blackmailing you?”

Another long pause. Then, barely above a whisper, he said, “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

A wave of anger, betrayal, and disbelief crashed over me. My own sister had been manipulating my husband. And he—he had stolen from me. Lied to me.

Distressed woman on a phone call | Source: Midjourney

Distressed woman on a phone call | Source: Midjourney

I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the phone so tightly my fingers ached. Then, I pulled the phone away from my ear and hung up.

My hands trembled as I dialed 911.

The operator answered, “911, what’s your emergency?”

I took a deep breath, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.

“I need to report a crime.”

By the time the cops arrived, Tom had already made it home.

Cops outside a residential home | Source: Midjourney

Cops outside a residential home | Source: Midjourney

I hadn’t even heard his truck pull up—I was too lost in my own thoughts, trying to piece everything together. When he walked through the door, I was still standing in front of my laptop, staring at the frozen frame of my sister smirking at the camera.

“Hey, I tried calling—why didn’t you—” Tom started, but he stopped short when he saw my face. His expression darkened. “What’s wrong?”

Before I could speak, the knock at the door made us both jump.

I turned and opened it to find two officers standing there, their presence heavy with authority. The flashing blue and red lights from their car painted streaks across the walls.

“Ma’am, you called in a report?” one of them asked.

Woman talking to police officers | Source: Midjourney

Woman talking to police officers | Source: Midjourney

I nodded. “Yes. My husband… he—he staged a robbery in our home. And my sister—she’s blackmailing him.”

Tom’s head snapped toward me. “What the hell are you talking about?”

The officers stepped inside. “Thomas, you’re under arrest for staging a burglary and withholding stolen property.”

One officer pulled out handcuffs, and Tom instinctively took a step back. “Wait, wait—this is insane! Babe, tell them—”

“You have the right to remain silent,” the other officer cut in.

I watched, arms crossed, as they grabbed his wrists and secured the cuffs.

“Lisa is also being taken in for blackmail and extortion,” the officer continued.

Tom went pale. His body tensed.

Man being arrested by cops | Source: Midjourney

Man being arrested by cops | Source: Midjourney

“No, you don’t understand,” he pleaded, his voice raw. “I only did it for us!”

I shook my head, my throat tight. “You could’ve told me the truth, Tom. But instead, you stole from me. You lied. You let this fester until it destroyed everything.”

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The weight of his choices had finally caught up to him.

As the officers led him out the door, he turned back one last time. “Do you still love me?”

I inhaled sharply. The answer should’ve been easy. A simple yes or no.

But all I felt was emptiness.

I held his gaze for a long moment, then finally spoke.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

Woman talking to her husband in the presence of police officers | Source: Midjourney

Woman talking to her husband in the presence of police officers | Source: Midjourney

If you thought this story was shocking, wait until you read this next one. A woman finds a love letter from her husband—only to discover a truth so devastating, it shatters their marriage forever.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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