For months they collected lies piece by piece: forged receipts, fabricated fake statements, even tried to imitate her signature. They believed everything was perfect — that it would be enough to bring the folder to court, and the apartment would immediately be recognized as theirs.

And then the day of the hearing came.

The mother-in-law, dressed in her “formal” dress, nervously stroked the handle of her handbag. Her son sat beside her, full of arrogance and malicious confidence.