When Lisa’s husband suggests a month-long separation to “reignite their relationship,” she reluctantly agrees until a neighbor’s frantic call reveals a shocking betrayal. Rushing home, Lisa discovers that a woman has made herself very much at home in their place. This betrayal leaves Lisa determined to reclaim her life.
When Derek suggested we live apart for a month to “reignite our relationship,” I thought it was one of those modern trends couples try when they’re struggling but don’t want to admit it.
He spun it like a grand idea, claiming it would help us reconnect and appreciate each other more.
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“You’ll see,” he said, grinning over his coffee one morning. “It’ll be like dating all over again. You’ll miss me. I’ll miss you. And when the month’s over, it’ll be like a fresh start.”
I didn’t love the idea. What wife would? But Derek was insistent. He seemed so sure this was for the best, so I packed a bag, moved into a short-term rental across town, and told myself it would be fine.
The first week was awkward and lonely.
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Derek barely called or texted but chalked it up to the fact that he was “enjoying the space” and focused on staying busy.
I even started looking forward to what he’d called “our big reunion, Lisa.”
One day, I invited my sister, Penelope, over.
“Are you sure about this, Lisa?” she asked as she poured herself a glass of wine. “I mean, it’s a bit sketchy.”
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“I know,” I agreed, putting together a charcuterie board. “But whenever I showed any resistance, Derek would lose his mind. So, I figured that it was something he needed to do.”
“Yeah, I get that,” she said. “But something isn’t right about this, sis. I’d watch Derek carefully, if I were you.”
I have to admit, she was right. And I felt the same way. What good reason would Derek have to actually want us to be separated?
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Then, one quiet Saturday evening, my phone rang.
“Lisa,” Mary’s voice crackled through the line, low and urgent. “You need to come home. Right now. I saw a woman in your house. I can’t see much, but I saw a silhouette through the window.”
I put the knife I was using for chopping vegetables down and shook my head clear.
Mary was my neighbor and wasn’t the type to overreact.
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“What? Really!?”
The air felt like it had been knocked out of my lungs.
A woman? In our house?
My mind immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario:
Derek had moved someone else in. A mistress.
Then again, it could’ve been something else. A break-in, maybe, or Sheila, Derek’s mother.
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But I dismissed those possibilities almost instantly. Derek had been so distant lately, barely calling or texting. My gut told me that it had to be infidelity.
Infidelity.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Positive,” Mary said firmly. “Hurry, Lisa. Something is happening!”
I didn’t stop to think. I grabbed my keys and bolted out the door.
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When I reached the house, I didn’t bother knocking. My hands were trembling as I shoved the door open, adrenaline pumping through me. It was as if my instincts took over. I ran up the stairs and straight into my bedroom.
There she was.
Not a mistress, but Derek’s mother.
Sheila.
Sheila was standing in the middle of my bedroom, surrounded by piles of my clothes. My closet doors were flung wide open, and she was holding one of my lace bras with a look of disgust.
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“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled, startling her.
Sheila glanced up, unbothered by my outrage.
“Oh, Lisa. You’re back early,” she said nonchalantly.
She waved the bra in the air like a piece of trash.
“I’m cleaning up this house. This isn’t suitable for a married woman.”
My jaw dropped.
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“Excuse me?”
She gestured toward several trash bags on the floor. They were stuffed with my clothes, lingerie, dresses, and even casual outfits.
“Lisa, these don’t reflect the values of a proper wife. Derek asked me to help get things in order while you were gone.”
I felt a wave of rage boil over.
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“Get my things in order? By throwing away my clothes? Who gave you the right to do this?”
Sheila’s lips pursed as she straightened her shoulders.
“Honestly, Lisa, someone had to step in. This house is a mess, and your wardrobe… well, it sends the wrong message. Derek deserves better!”
Her words felt like a slap in the face.
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Sheila had always been critical. She always had snide remarks about my cooking and little digs about how I kept the house, but this?
This was a new level of audacity.
“Where is Derek?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fury.
“He’s out,” Sheila replied nonchalantly. “Running errands, I think. He knows I’m here. We both agree this is what’s best.”
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What’s best?
Her words echoed in my head as I stood there, stunned. Derek hadn’t just let this happen. He’d invited her here.
I was still standing in the bedroom fuming when Derek finally came home an hour later, pounding up the stairs. Sheila had moved to the living room, probably sensing her presence would only add fuel to the fire.
“Lisa?” Derek said, stepping into the room.
His tone was confused, almost annoyed. “Why are you here?”
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“Why am I here?” I snapped. “Because Mary called and told me there was a woman in our room going through my things. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was your mother!”
Derek sighed like I was the one making this into a big deal.
“Lisa, calm the heck down. Mom is just here to help out.”
“Helping out?” I repeated, incredulous.
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“Yes,” he said, his voice maddeningly patient. “You’ve been struggling with… well, everything lately. Haven’t you? You only sweep the living room and the kitchen. The rest of the house is a mess. There are crumbs in the bed. And the fridge handle is always sticky.”
“That’s because you eat in bed, Derek! You choose to eat in bed like a madman, instead of just eating in the living room or dining room. As for the fridge, it’s sticky because of your peanut butter and jelly hands.”
Crumbs on a bed | Source: Midjourney
“Don’t blame me for everything, Lisa!” he barked. “I thought Mom could step in while we figure things out.”
“While we figure things out?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Is that what you think this break is about? You said this separation was to reignite our relationship, Derek. Not to invite your mother in to fix me like I’m some kind of broken appliance.”
Derek rubbed the back of his neck.
“Lisa, don’t twist this. You’ve been stressed lately, and Mom offered to help. That’s all. I didn’t think you’d react like this.”
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I let out a bitter laugh.
“Of course, I’m reacting like this! You didn’t even tell me. You moved your mother into our home. Into my bedroom! And let her throw away my clothes. How did you think I’d react?”
He groaned, clearly frustrated.
“Look, I didn’t plan for this to happen. It’s just… you’ve been so overwhelmed lately, and Mom knows what it takes to keep a proper home. She was trying to help you… help us.”
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I stared at him in disbelief.
“You think this is helping us? You think letting your mother invade my space, disrespect my boundaries, and insult my choices is helpful? Derek, this isn’t a partnership. It’s control. And the fact that you can’t see that is even worse.”
Derek looked stunned like he hadn’t expected me to be so angry. But I didn’t care. I was done.
I grabbed a suitcase and packed whatever clothes Sheila hadn’t deemed inappropriate. Without a second glance, I walked out the door.
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That was three days ago. I’ve already contacted a lawyer.
Some people might think I’m overreacting, but to me, this wasn’t just about the invasion of privacy or the humiliation of having my mother-in-law throw away my belongings.
It was about Derek showing, loud and clear, that he didn’t see me as an equal partner in our marriage.
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He didn’t want a wife.
He wanted someone to cook, clean, and keep the house like in the 1950s.
Well, that’s not me.
When Derek asked for a “break,” I didn’t know what he was expecting. But I’ll tell you what he’s getting.
A divorce.
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Now, I’ve moved into Penelope’s apartment while the divorce is sorted out. I can’t wait to have half of everything Derek owns.
He needs to understand what it feels like to have everything one day and then have the rug pulled out from under your feet when you least expect it.
“What was the worst part of it all for you, sis?” Penelope asked.
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“That my husband saw me as a failure,” I replied. “Our marriage wasn’t perfect, sure. But we weren’t in such deep water, you know? And Sheila always hated me. Remember when we were getting ready for the wedding, and she came and criticized my hair and makeup?”
My sister sighed and continued making the homemade pizzas we were having for dinner.
“I always knew Derek was the biggest mistake of your life,” she admitted.
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“What?” I gasped, almost knocking over a bowl of olives.
“I’m sorry, Lisa,” she said quietly. “But after you met him, you lost interest in all your hobbies. Where’s my sister who would paint anything she wanted? All she needed was a canvas and her paints.”
I was quiet for a moment.
“I didn’t realize,” I said.
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“Find her, Lisa,” Penelope said. “She deserves to come back.”
So, I did exactly that. I rented out a space for myself, making sure that there was an extra bedroom for my art studio.
Finally, I was going to shed Derek and Sheila from my life and find myself.
A home art studio | Source: Midjourney
Lottie Moss had to rush to the hospital after accidentally taking too much Ozempic. The model shared that she experienced severe side effects from the drug, even though she only weighs about 9 stone.
Lottie Moss had to go to the hospital after taking too much Ozempic, which a friend had obtained from a doctor without a prescription.
The 26-year-old model became very ill, having a seizure and severe dehydration, even though she weighed about 60kg (9 stone). She said she would rather “die” than use Ozempic again. The drug is intended for people with obesity or diabetes and is currently in short supply worldwide.
Lottie Moss’s sister is Kate Moss, a famous supermodel known for her slim figure in the 1990s and her famous quote, “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.”
Lottie described her seizure, which happened because of severe dehydration, as one of the scariest things she’s ever experienced. She said her face and hands clenching up was terrifying.
She mentioned that she wished she had known more before using Ozempic, and her weight dropped to around 53kg in a few weeks. After seeing doctors, she learned that the dosage she was using was meant for someone weighing at least 100 kilos, which is almost double her weight.
Lottie Moss has admitted to taking Ozempic and says she would rather ‘die’ than use it again
Lottie Moss explained that a few months ago, she wasn’t happy with her weight and had a friend who could get her Ozempic, but not through a proper medical channel. She didn’t go to a doctor for a proper prescription, check-ups, or tests, which are necessary when using a medication like Ozempic.
She said, “It’s a medication, and it’s dangerous. It’s meant for people with much larger body sizes. The dose I was using was for people who weigh 100 kilos or more, while I was in the 50s range.”
Lottie wished she had known more before taking it and now regrets her decision. She injected it into her leg and said it was the worst choice she ever made.
She shared a warning to others, saying, “If you’re thinking about taking it, don’t. It’s not worth it.”
On her podcast, Dream On, Lottie described the severe side effects she experienced, such as vomiting, a loss of color in her face, and a dramatic drop in weight. Before taking Ozempic, she weighed around 60 kilos, dropped to 57 kilos after the first dose, and reached a low of 53 kilos, which is just over eight stone.
Lottie Moss said she would rather not take Ozempic again, as it made her feel extremely nauseous.
She used it for two weeks, taking injections with a pen. Each week she had to take a new dose, and she felt sicker than she ever had before. She started with a lower dose but moved to a higher one, and ended up being bedridden for two days because she felt so ill and lost weight rapidly.
She began at about 60 kilos and dropped to 57 with the first dose, then to 54, and her lowest weight was 53 kilos. She described this rapid weight loss as unhealthy.
During those two days in bed, she wanted to stop taking the medication, but since it’s not like a pill you can just skip, it was already in her system and hard to stop. She even told her friend she couldn’t keep any food or water down and needed to go to the hospital because she felt so sick.
After being rushed to the emergency room, Lottie had a seizure because of severe dehydration. She described the experience as “horrible,” with her close friend having to hold her feet down while she contorted on the hospital floor.
Lottie, known from Celebs Go Dating, said the nurse was shocked when she learned the high dose of Ozempic Lottie had been taking and how much weight she had lost in just a short time.
She explained, “We went to the ER at 3 a.m., and when we told the nurse about the dose I was taking, she was horrified and said it was far too much. She also asked about my weight loss, and when I told her, she sent me straight to the emergency room, where I was wheeled through the hospital.”
Lottie added that she felt extremely sick and almost passed out when she went to the bathroom. Once she was in the examination room, she had a seizure due to dehydration, which she described as one of the scariest experiences of her life. Her friend Reece had to hold her feet down, and she felt her body and hands clenching up uncontrollably, making the situation terrifying and painful.
Lottie has talked before about how difficult it was growing up in the “toxic” fashion industry and her time in rehab for drug addiction.
She started modeling at 16 after being discovered when she was 13. She said she always felt like she was living in the shadow of her sister, Kate.
Lottie Moss has shared that she faced harsh criticism for eating on set during fashion shoots and was told by her modeling agency that she needed a 23-inch waist to walk in runway shows. She was traumatized by comments about her body and being called names like “the ham and cheese sandwich girl.” She feels lucky not to have developed an eating disorder.
Kate Moss, Lottie’s sister, was known in the 90s for the “heroin chic” look, which emphasized being extremely thin. She now regrets the phrase “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels,” and has talked about the negative comments she received from parents about their daughters having eating disorders.
Lottie believes that with the rise of Ozempic, a drug popularized by celebrities for weight loss, the harmful “heroin chic” trend is making a troubling comeback. She wants to use her experience to warn others, saying that Ozempic is meant for diabetes, not weight loss.
Lottie expressed concern that the media’s focus on extreme weight loss is harmful, especially for people with eating disorders or those struggling with their weight. She noted that the body positivity movement, which celebrated diverse body types and curvier figures, seems to be disappearing in favor of the old “heroin chic” trend. She encourages everyone to appreciate their body as it is and avoid extreme measures that could harm their health.
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