My son sold their house and gave $620,000 for my daughter-in-law to spend. Then, they came to live
The one I’d helped them buy. Forty thousand dollars from my retirement savings. Money I’d worked decades to accumulate.
Money that had essentially been flushed away along with the rest of their equity. But then I remembered something. When they’d bought the house, there had been paperwork.
Lots of paperwork. And because I’d contributed such a significant portion of the down payment, the real estate attorney had insisted on certain protections. I went to my file cabinet and pulled out the folder labeled Terrence House Purchase.
Inside were copies of all the documents from the sale, including something I’d nearly forgotten about. A promissory note. The attorney had insisted on it when I’d given them the forty thousand dollars.
«Mrs. Mitchell,» he’d said at the time, «I strongly recommend that this be structured as a loan rather than a gift. It protects your interests and ensures that your son understands the gravity of accepting such a large sum.» At the time, I’d protested.
I didn’t want to make it a loan. I wanted to help my son. But Terrence himself had insisted.
«Mom, I want to pay you back. This should be official.» The promissory note was clear.
Forty thousand dollars to be repaid at five percent annual interest, with payments beginning one year after the purchase date. The loan was secured by the property itself, meaning I had a legal interest in the house. But they’d sold the house without paying me back, without even mentioning the outstanding loan.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number for James Crawford, the attorney who’d handled the original purchase. His secretary told me he could see me the next morning. That night, I barely slept.
I kept thinking about Terrence as a little boy, how he used to crawl into my bed during thunderstorms, how proud he’d been when he’d graduated from college, how he’d cried at his father’s funeral and promised he’d always take care of me. Where had that boy gone? How had he become this man who stood silent while his wife assaulted his mother?
The next morning, I dressed carefully in my best suit and drove to James Crawford’s office. He was a distinguished man in his 60s, with silver hair and the kind of presence that commanded respect. «Mrs. Mitchell,» he said, shaking my hand warmly.
«I was sorry to hear about your troubles. Please sit down and tell me what’s happened.» I explained the entire situation, the house sale, the squandered money, the assault, the arrest.
James listened without interruption, occasionally making notes on a legal pad. When I finished, he leaned back in his chair and studied me carefully. «Bessie,» he said, «do you understand that you have significant legal recourse here?»
«What do you mean?» «The promissory note securing your $40,000 loan was recorded as a lien against the property. When your son sold the house without satisfying that debt, he violated the terms of the note. You have grounds for both breach of contract and conversion.»
I felt a flutter of something in my chest, not quite hope, but something stronger than resignation. «What does that mean in practical terms?» «It means you can sue for the full amount of the loan, plus interest, plus damages. And because the debt was secured by real property, you may be able to attach other assets to satisfy the judgment.»
«What other assets?» James smiled grimly. «Well, let’s see what your son and daughter-in-law have left after their spending spree.»
Over the next hour, James explained my options in detail. I could file a civil lawsuit seeking repayment of the loan, plus interest and damages. I could also pursue criminal charges for theft by conversion, since they’d sold property that was partially mine without my consent.
«But James,» I said, «I don’t want to destroy my son’s life. I just want him to understand that actions have consequences.» «Sometimes, Bessie, the kindest thing you can do for someone you love is to stop protecting them from the consequences of their choices.»
I thought about that as I drove home. Was I protecting Terrence by allowing Lennox to manipulate him? Was I enabling his poor decisions by always being there to catch him when he fell?
By the time I got home, I’d made my decision. I called James Crawford and told him to file the lawsuit, not just against Lennox, but against both of them. They were married.
They’d made the decision together to sell the house. They would face the consequences together. Then I did something else.
I called a locksmith and had all my locks changed. I installed a security system with cameras that would record anyone who approached my property. I wasn’t going to be caught off guard again.
That afternoon, Terrence called. «Mom, Lennox made bail. We need to talk.»
«No, we don’t.» «Mom, please. She’s sorry about hitting you.»
«She was just upset.» «Terrence, your wife stole $40,000 from me and then assaulted me when I refused to house you both after you squandered over half a million dollars. There’s nothing to talk about.»
«What do you mean stole $40,000?» I explained about the promissory note, about the lien on the house, about the lawsuit I’d filed that morning. The silence on the other end of the phone stretched so long I thought he might have hung up.
«Mom,» he finally said, his voice shaking. «You can’t sue us. We’re family.»
«You’re right, Terrence. We are family. Which is why what you did hurts so much worse than if a stranger had stolen from me.»
«We didn’t steal from you.» «You sold a house that had a $40,000 lien on it without paying me back. What would you call that?»
Another long silence. «How much are you suing for?» «$40,000 plus three years of interest, plus legal fees, plus damages for conversion and breach of contract. My attorney estimates the total at around $60,000.»
«We don’t have $60,000.» «You should have thought of that before you let your wife spend your entire future on jewelry and spa treatments.» «Mom, please. Can’t we work something out? Maybe we can pay you back slowly? Over time?»
«You mean like the original promissory note said? The one you ignored for three years before selling the house?» I could hear him breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.
«Where are you staying?» I asked. «A motel. The cheapest one we could find.»
«How long can you afford to stay there?» «Maybe a week. Two weeks if we’re careful.»
«And then what?» «I don’t know, mom. I really don’t know.»
For a moment, I almost weakened. This was my son. My baby.
And he sounded so lost and scared. But then I remembered Lennox’s hand striking my face and my resolve strengthened. «Terrence, I love you.»
«I have always loved you and I always will. But I will not be manipulated, stolen from, or assaulted. If you want a relationship with me, you need to take responsibility for your choices and the consequences that come with them.»
«What does that mean?» «It means you need to decide what’s more important to you. Your relationship with your wife or your relationship with your mother. Because right now, you can’t have both.»
I hung up before he could respond, my hands shaking as I set the phone down. Outside, the sun was setting over my quiet neighborhood. Patterson was watering her flowers.
And the Johnson boy was riding his bicycle in circles in their driveway. Everything looked normal, peaceful. But I knew that nothing would ever be normal again.
Tomorrow, Terrence and Lennox would receive the legal papers. They would realize that their actions had real consequences. And I would find out once and for all whether the son I’d raised still existed somewhere inside the man Lennox had created.
Three days after I filed the lawsuit, James Crawford called me with news that made my blood run cold. «Bessie, I need you to sit down,» he said. «My investigator has been looking into your daughter-in-law’s background and we’ve uncovered some things you need to know.»
I was already sitting at my kitchen table, but I gripped the phone tighter. «What kind of things?» «Lennox has a pattern of this behavior. Before she married your son, she was engaged to two other men.»
«Both relationships ended when the men discovered she’d been using their credit cards without permission. In one case, she ran up over $50,000 in debt before the man found out.» My heart sank.
«Does Terrence know this?» «I don’t think so. She’s very good at covering her tracks. But there’s more.»
«The boutique she invested in? It doesn’t exist. My investigator couldn’t find any business license, any storefront, any evidence that this boutique is anything more than a way for her friend to get $300,000 for free.»
I felt sick. «So the money is just gone?» «It appears so. And Bessie, there’s something else. Something worse.»
I braced myself. «She’s been having an affair. For at least six months.»
«Possibly longer. The man is married, wealthy, and she’s been using your son’s money to fund their relationship. The expensive jewelry, the spa trips, the car detailing, it was all part of maintaining her relationship with this other man.»
The room spun around me. I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. My son, my decent, hardworking son, had been completely destroyed by a woman who was using him as an ATM while cheating on him with someone else.
«Does my son know about the affair?» «I don’t believe so. But Bessie, the man she’s been seeing? He’s ending the relationship. My investigator spoke to his wife, who found out about the affair and gave him an ultimatum.»
«That’s why Lennox is suddenly desperate for money and a place to stay. Her sugar daddy cut her off.» I closed my eyes, processing this information.
Everything made sense now. The sudden urgency to sell the house. The reckless spending spree.
The desperation when I refused to let them stay with me. Lennox wasn’t just irresponsible with money. She was a predator who had systematically destroyed my son’s life to fund her affair.
«What do we do with this information?» I asked. «We use it. In the lawsuit, we can argue that the money was obtained through fraud and deception.»
«We can also use it to ensure your son understands exactly who he married.» That afternoon, the process server delivered the legal papers to the motel where Terrence and Lennox were staying. I knew because Terrence called me 30 minutes later.
His voice shaking with rage. «Mom, what the hell is this?» «It’s a lawsuit, Terrence. I told you I was going to file it.»
«67 thousand dollars? You’re suing us for 67 thousand dollars?» «That’s what you owe me. Plus interest. Plus legal fees.»
«Plus damages.» «We don’t have 67 thousand dollars.» «I know.»
«That’s what happens when you steal from family to fund a lifestyle you can’t afford.» «We didn’t steal from you.» «Terrence, you sold a house that had a 40 thousand dollar lien on it without paying me back.»
«In legal terms, that’s conversion of secured property.» I could hear Lennox in the background. Screaming something I couldn’t quite make out.
«She wants to know if you’ve lost your mind.» Terrence said. «Tell your wife that I’m completely sane.»
«I’m also completely done being stolen from and assaulted.» «Mom, please. Can’t we work something out? Maybe we can…»
«No, Terrence. The time for working things out was 3 years ago when you first missed a payment on the promissory note. Or it was 6 months ago when you decided to sell the house.»
«Or it was last week when you showed up at my door asking for help after squandering over half a million dollars. The time for working things out has passed.» «What do you want us to do? We’re living in a motel.»
«I want you to get jobs and start taking responsibility for the mess you’ve made.» «Lennox can’t work. She’s never had a job.»
«Then it’s time for her to learn.» «Mom, you don’t understand. She’s not capable of working some minimum wage job. She’s…»
«She’s what, Terrence? Too good to work? Too special to contribute to her own survival?»
The silence stretched between us. Finally, Terrence spoke. His voice quieter now.
«She says she’ll counter-sue. For emotional distress or something.» I almost laughed.
«Let her try. I have witnesses to her assaulting me. And I have documentation of every dollar she stole. What does she have?»
More screaming in the background. Then Terrence came back on the line. «She wants to know why you’re doing this to us.»
«Because you both need to learn that actions have consequences. And Terrence? There’s something else you need to know about your wife.»
«What?» I hesitated. This was the moment of truth.
The moment when I would either save my son or lose him forever. «She’s been having an affair.» The silence that followed was deafening.
I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears. «What did you say?» «Lennox has been having an affair for at least six months. The man is wealthy and married.»
«She’s been using your money to fund their relationship.» «That’s not true.» «It is true.»
«My attorney hired an investigator. We have proof.» «You hired an investigator to spy on my wife?»
«I hired an investigator to find out where $600,000 went. The affair was just what we discovered in the process.» More silence.
Then, in the background, I heard Lennox’s voice clearly for the first time. «What is she saying? What lies is she telling you about me?»
«She says you’re having an affair,» Terrence said, his voice hollow. The explosion that followed was audible even through the phone. Lennox screamed denials, accusations, threats.
She called me every name in the book and a few I’d never heard before. «Terrence,» I said quietly. «Ask her about Richard Hawthorne.»
The screaming stopped abruptly. «Who is Richard Hawthorne?» Terrence asked. «Ask your wife.»
I heard muffled conversation. Then Terrence came back on the line. «She says she doesn’t know anyone by that name.»
«He’s 52 years old, owns a construction company, drives a black Mercedes. He’s been paying for her jewelry and spa trips for months. His wife found out about the affair last week and made him end it.»
The phone went quiet again. This time, the silence stretched for almost a full minute. «Terrence, are you there?»
«How do you know all this?» «Because I hired professionals to find out where your money went. And what we discovered is that your wife has been systematically destroying your life to fund an affair with a married man who just dumped her.»
«She’s saying it’s not true.» «Of course she is. What did you expect her to say?»
«She’s crying now.» «She’s manipulating you. Again.»
«Mom, I can’t. I need to think.» «Think about this, Terrence.»
«Think about how she convinced you to sell your house without discussing it with me first, even though I had a legal interest in the property. Think about how she spent $600,000 in a few months while you were at work, trusting her to make responsible decisions. Think about how she slapped your mother in front of the entire neighborhood and then expected you to defend her.»
«I’m hanging up now.» «Terrence, wait.» But the line went dead.
I sat in my kitchen, staring at the phone. Wondering if I’d just saved my son or lost him forever. Either way, I’d told him the truth.
What he did with that information was up to him. The next morning, James Crawford called again. «Bessie, I have an update.»
«Your son called my office this morning. He wants to meet.» «Meet about what?»
«He didn’t say specifically, but he sounded. Different. Defeated, maybe.»
«Or awakened. It’s hard to tell.» We arranged to meet at James’s office that afternoon.
I arrived early, nervous about seeing Terrence again. When he walked in, I barely recognized him. He’d always been thin, but now he looked gaunt.
His clothes hung loosely on his frame, and there were dark circles under his eyes that made him look 10 years older. «Hello, mom,» he said quietly, taking the chair across from me. «Hello, Terrence.»
James sat behind his desk, legal pad ready. «Terrence, you said you wanted to discuss the lawsuit?» «I want to know exactly what my wife has done,» Terrence said.
«I want to see all the evidence.» For the next hour, James laid out everything his investigator had discovered. The affair with Richard Hawthorne, documented through hotel receipts and credit card statements.
The fake boutique investment that was nothing more than a way to funnel money to Lennox’s friend. The pattern of financial deception with previous boyfriends. The mounting credit card debt that Terrence hadn’t known about.
