There were their shoes in the shoe cabinet, a bag hanging behind the door that didn't belong to me, and fresh groceries in the kitchen.
There were even sanitary napkins in the bathroom that weren't mine.
I endured my anger and pounded on the bedroom door.
"Get out now!"
They finally came out, but the woman was still wearing my pajamas from the closet.
I was going crazy.
"Who told you to wear my clothes?"
The woman was displeased.
"You must be Ariana, the wife of Scott. How is this your outfit when it was clearly bought by my husband?"
What?
Husband?
I looked at Dwayne, who was making gestures to tell me to calm down.
But I couldn't stay calm. Just as I was about to speak, the woman continued.
"Ariana, we were planning to tell you and Scott in a couple of days, but since you're back, let's just say it now."
She poked Dwayne playfully, pretending to be shy.
"Husband, you say."
I was speechless.
Dwayne's expression lit up when he heard her call him dear.
"Ariana, let me officially introduce you to your new mother-in-law, Yvette. We just got our marriage certificate last month and are planning a wedding soon."
What the heck?