He Wanted to Sell Our House for Her Trip, I Bought It Instead Chapter 01
My sister-in-law Tiffany Vance wanted a trip to Europe, so my husband Derek Vance decided to sell the old house in his name for $50,000 to fund it.
In my past life, I fought like hell to stop him. I told him the place was about to be condemned and the compensation would be eight times that.
He listened to me. He actually got a huge fortune.
But I knew Tiffany would blow through every cent, so I suggested we put some money toward a house for our three-year-old son. She looked at me like I was dirt.
“That money is all mine. Who are you, an outsider, to tell me what to do?”
Derek said, “In this family, the daughter comes first. Our son can earn his own house, but Tiffany is my only sister.”
I fought for my son. I even threatened divorce.
Tiffany lured me overseas and killed me. I died in a foreign country. No body. No grave.
Then I opened my eyes, and I was back at the day my husband wanted to sell the house cheap.
This time, I smiled and said okay. Then I turned around and bought it myself.
“Clara, I’m gonna sell the old house.” Derek sat on the couch, phone in hand. His tone wasn’t a question. It was a notice.
I was washing dishes in the kitchen, hands covered in suds.
“Sell the house?” I dried my hands and walked out.
“Yeah. Someone offered fifty grand. It’s a decent price.” He didn’t look at me. Eyes glued to his screen.
That old house was run-down, but the location was prime.
In my past life, I’d asked around. The eminent domain announcement came soon after. Compensation: $400,000.
But Derek didn’t know. Because he never bothered to ask.
He just wanted cash fast.
“Why do you suddenly need to sell?” I asked.
Last time I asked that, he stammered and couldn’t answer. I got suspicious. Turned out he was giving the money to Tiffany for her European trip.
His eyes darted away.
“It’s just… we’re short on cash, okay?”
I glanced at Tiffany in the living room, snacking on the couch.
“Last month your sister bought a designer bag. You said money was fine. Now you’re selling a house?”
“Why do you care so much?” Derek’s face dropped. “The house is in my name. I’ll sell it if I want.”
Tiffany sat up from the couch and rolled her eyes at me.
“Clara, my brother’s doing this for the family. You’re just a housewife. So how about you stay in your lane?”
Housewife.
I handed over my entire paycheck every month, and in their eyes, I was a freeloader.
“Fine. Sell it.” I turned back to the kitchen.
Derek froze. He clearly didn’t expect me to be so easy.
Last time, I begged him dozens of times—the house is gonna appreciate, please don’t sell. I talked him into keeping it.
This time, I wouldn’t say one extra word.
I closed the kitchen door, pulled out my phone, and called the agent.
“Mike, my husband’s trying to sell our place in the Crestwood historic district for fifty grand. Can you find a buyer for me without him finding out? I’ll throw in an extra five for your trouble. Put the deed in my mom’s name.”
“Two seconds of silence. “Clara, what are you—”
“Don’t ask. Just make it happen. Fast.”
“Alright. I’ll arrange it.”
I hung up and started doing the math.
Three years of handing over my whole paycheck. I’d secretly saved a little—less than $10,000.
I called my parents. Borrowed $15,000. The rest—$20,000—I’d get from a bank loan.
I ran the numbers in my head. The dishes in the sink weren’t done yet. From the living room came Tiffany’s laugh.
“Clara, hurry up with those dishes. I want fruit in a minute.”
I ignored her.
First, I called my dad. “Dad, I need fifteen grand. It’s urgent.”
Two seconds of silence. “Okay. Send me your account info.” That’s a real dad.
Not like some people who treat their own son worse than a stranger.
The next day, I went to the bank and got the loan.
With what my parents gave me and what I’d stashed away, I had just over forty-five grand.
I texted Mike. He said he could close the deal fast and keep my name out of it.
Two days later.
Derek answered a call in the living room. When he hung up, his face was smug.
“The house was only listed for two days and someone already wants it. Fifty grand, right in my pocket!”