I called a locksmith to change the lock of the door, put on earplugs, and went to sleep contentedly.
When I woke up, I had dozens of missed calls and messages on my phone.
My husband and son couldn't come home and bombarded me with anger.
I looked at my Twitter account and saw that my husband and son stayed at Jennifer's place for one night.
He posted a photo, showing him and our son sleeping on the floor, with Jennifer dressed in cool clothes in the background.
"The old hag at home went crazy, but luckily, we have a friend to take us in. Jennifer, a yoga instructor, is amazing. Everyone is welcome to experience her yoga lessons. Stay tuned for our progress!"
His last sentence caught my attention.
From the abusive messages, I found the payment information of the bank card.
Forty thousand dollars was transferred out at six o'clock in the morning!
It was before he texted me!
In other words, whether I locked them out or not, he would still spend the money on yoga classes.
In my previous life, after my husband paid twenty thousand dollars for our son, he bought himself twenty thousand dollars worth of classes in the following week.