For months, my mother-in-law had been fixated on one mission: taking the apartment my sister-in-law had inherited from her parents.
The idea that an “outsider” was living in what she believed belonged to her family enraged her.

One evening, her ex-husband appeared at my sister-in-law’s door, leaning casually against the frame, trying to intimidate her.

“Listen carefully,” he said in a low, threatening voice. “Sign these papers willingly and I’ll even help you with rent. You know very well this place should belong to your mother-in-law and me.”

She stood her ground, even though fear churned inside her.

“No. I’m not signing anything.”

His face twisted with anger.

“Fine. We’ll settle this in court.”

Her mother-in-law stepped forward then, smiling like a snake.

“The court will clear everything up. You have no idea what documents we’ve prepared.”

Over the following months, the two of them built their case on lies—fake receipts, fabricated IOUs, and even attempts to forge her signature. They were convinced their plan was flawless. Once the papers were placed before the judge, they believed the apartment would be declared theirs without question.

At last, the court date arrived.
The mother-in-law appeared in her most formal attire, nervously rubbing the handle of her handbag. Her ex-husband sat beside her, smug and overconfident.

“Ha!” she whispered to him. “Give it one hour. The house will be ours. The judge is already on our side.”

They exchanged grins, already savoring their victory.

But when the judge entered and briefly glanced at the plaintiffs’ table, he showed little reaction. It was when his eyes moved to the defendant—the young woman sitting quietly with her hands folded—that everything changed.

He froze.

Then, slowly removing his glasses, he murmured,

“Oh my… it’s you.”

The courtroom fell d3ad silent.
The mother-in-law blinked, confused.

“Excuse me… do you two know each other?”

But the judge’s attention never left the young woman—his expression stunned, almost disbelieving.

She nodded softly, embarrassed.

“Yes… it’s been a long time.”

The mother-in-law shot to her feet.

“And who is she to you? Some relative of yours?”

The judge’s voice turned cold and official.

“No. She’s the woman my son dated—the one your son manipulated and abandoned two years ago, pushing her into a nervous breakdown.”

The color drained from the mother-in-law’s face.
Her ex-husband sprang up.

“W–wait! That has nothing to do with this case!”

The judge snapped his head toward him.

“Oh, it has everything to do with it. Because I already know the entire history.”

He tapped his pen sharply against the desk.
“And now you try to steal this woman’s home. These documents—” he lifted a forged page, the signature crooked and careless—“are falsified. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”

The ex-husband stuttered, trying to respond, but the judge cut him off.

“This hearing is over. Immediately. These forged documents will be sent to the prosecutor’s office. You could face up to five years in prison.”

The young woman stood frozen, stunned. She had never imagined the world could be so small—or that fate could turn so completely in her favor.
The mother-in-law covered her face with her hands. Her ex-husband sank back into his chair, defeated.

Then the judge looked at the young woman again, his expression gentler.

“You won’t fall into their traps again. I will personally make sure you’re protected.”