My Daughter-in-Law Banished Me to the Garage and Moved Her Lover In—Until My Son Came Back and Exposed Everything
When Beatrice Fairman’s only son, Matthew, married, he asked if he and his wife, Rita, could move into the spacious five-bedroom home where he’d grown up. After losing her husband, Beatrice had been lonely, and she liked Rita—so she happily agreed.
In the beginning, life under one roof was peaceful. Beatrice cooked while the newlyweds worked, and everyone benefited from the arrangement. It felt like family again.
But then Matthew’s job required frequent business trips, and eventually, he was sent overseas for six months. Though sad, both women supported him. At first, he called and Skyped often—but slowly, his communication faded. Then, without warning, it stopped entirely.
Worried, Rita called his boss and got shocking news: Matthew had completed his assignment early and left London two weeks ago. But he never came home. Airlines had no record of his return flight, and British authorities had no leads. Matthew had vanished.
Devastated, Beatrice prayed. Rita grew bitter—and began blaming Beatrice. “Your son abandoned me!” she yelled. “He must have told you where he went!” When Beatrice denied it, Rita exploded. “I’m done waiting!”
Soon after, Rita started going out at night. Eventually, she began bringing a man named Bill home—and when Beatrice protested, Rita snapped, “Matt’s gone. Bill loves me. You can’t stop me.”
The next day, Beatrice found her belongings stacked by the front door. Rita pointed to the garage. “You’re moving out there. Bill and I need our privacy.”
Heartbroken, Beatrice was forced to live in the cold, dusty garage. Alone, grieving her missing son, and betrayed by the woman she once welcomed like a daughter.
But just when things felt unbearable, a miracle happened.
One afternoon, a car pulled into the driveway—and out stepped Matthew.
Beatrice, overwhelmed, rushed to him in tears. “Matt! You’re alive!”
“I’ve been in recovery from a serious accident,” he explained. “I tried to contact you—the hospital was supposed to call.” Then he paused, noticing her surroundings. “Mom, why are you out here?”
Beatrice hesitated. “Rita… moved her boyfriend in. She made me leave the house.”
Matthew’s expression darkened. “She what?”
Without another word, he stormed inside—and came face-to-face with Rita and her lover.
“Matt!” she gasped. “You’re back!”
“I am,” he said flatly. “And I’m done. Pack your things. You’re leaving my mother’s house. Now.”
Rita begged and pleaded, but Matthew stood firm. She left, humiliated, with Bill at her side.
In the days that followed, Matthew worked to make things right for his mom. But for Beatrice, nothing could compare to the joy of simply having her son back—safe, alive, and home where he belonged.