My husband borrowed $30K from my father for his business, but now he’s denying that the deal ever took place.

For the next few days, Tom was a wreck. He called me several times, trying to negotiate, but I didn’t budge. “It’s $50,000 or nothing, Tom,” I told him every time.

I heard from mutual friends that he was scrambling to get the money together. He even tried to borrow from some of his buddies, but no one wanted to lend him that much. On the seventh day, he showed up at my parents’ house.

He looked exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and rumpled clothes. He shoved an envelope into my hands. “Here.

It’s everything I could get.”

I opened it and counted the money. It was all there. I looked up at him and said, “Thank you.

Now we’re done.”

He nodded, not saying another word. He turned and walked out the door. I found out later he left town that night, cutting all ties and disappearing without a trace.

As I sat there holding that envelope, I felt a mix of emotions — relief, a sense of justice, and maybe a little guilt for what I’d done. But mostly, I felt proud. I stood up for myself and my family.

I protected my dad, and I showed Tom that we weren’t to be messed with. And as for the fake pregnancy? I chuckled to myself.

Let’s just say that’s a trick I don’t plan on using again anytime soon. Liked this story?