My MIL Put Spyware in My Phone — She Didn’t Like My Surprise in Response

My MIL Put Spyware in My Phone — She Didn’t Like My Surprise in Response

Living with my mother-in-law has been a nightmare. But when she insisted on fixing my broken phone, I thought it was a small step toward mending our strained relationship. Little did I know that her helpful gesture would lead to a shocking discovery that forced me to confront her schemes and ultimately redefine our household’s boundaries.

A woman and her mother in law arguing | Source: Pexels

A woman and her mother in law arguing | Source: Pexels

My life has been hell ever since my Mother-In-Law (MIL) moved in with me and my husband. My name is Emily, 25, and I have been married to my husband Andrew, 28, for five years now. We stay with my MIL, Sophia, who moved in with us due to ill health about three years ago.

From the day I married her son, she made it clear that she thought I wasn’t good enough for him. Our relationship was strained at best, and we did our best to stay out of each other’s paths to keep the peace at home.

Two women who are not getting along | Source: Vecteezy

Two women who are not getting along | Source: Vecteezy

Now, a few months ago, I broke my phone, and my MIL, who was watching me closely on that day, had a whole rant about how “irresponsible I was” and how I should act “more mature.” Sophia complained incessantly about the cost of fixing the phone, grumbling about how much money I was wasting and how this could have been avoided if I had been more careful.

A mother-in-law repremanding her son's wife | Source: Pexels

A mother-in-law repremanding her son’s wife | Source: Pexels

Yet, despite her constant complaints, she was surprisingly adamant about taking my phone to get it fixed herself since she stayed at home. I was a bit confused about why she wanted to go so badly, but I just let her go, as I thought she was making a kind gesture to bring us close. She came back with my phone fixed, and everything seemed normal.

A woman using her working phone | Source: Pexels

A woman using her working phone | Source: Pexels

Fast forward two months, I noticed how my phone started to act weird. I asked Sophia if she had taken it to a reputable technician. “Of course,” she said, with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I took it to the best place in town.”

“I’m asking because the phone has been acting really weird,” I explained.

Sophia rolled her eyes and scoffed. “You’re being dramatic, Emily. It’s probably just your imagination.”

A woman trying to figure out what is wrong with her phone | Source: Vecteezy

A woman trying to figure out what is wrong with her phone | Source: Vecteezy

I decided to leave the matter alone but at work weird data-like things kept popping up on its screen, making it almost impossible for me to use the phone. So, after work, I took the phone to the local tech support kiosk.

To my SHOCK, the tech support guy opened it up and said, “Someone put a chip in your phone.”

I blinked, trying to process his words. “A chip? What do you mean?”

A woman with her phone that is giving her problems | Source: Pexels

A woman with her phone that is giving her problems | Source: Pexels

He pointed at a small, unfamiliar piece of hardware. “This chip allows someone to see your messages, your location, and your emails. It’s a form of spyware.”

My heart raced. “Are you serious? Who would do this?”

He shrugged. “It’s hard to say, but it must be someone who had access to your phone for a while.”

A spyware transmitting data and information | Source: Vecteezy

A spyware transmitting data and information | Source: Vecteezy

The only person who could do it was Sophia since my husband worked in another city for three months. I was mad as HELL and as I left the shop, I quickly formulated a plan.

In my mind, I thought, ‘She wants to spy on me? Okay, then I’ll give her something to see.’ So, I decided to leave the chip in my phone.

A woman plotiing | Source: Pixabay

A woman plotiing | Source: Pixabay

I started signing up for adult shops, videos, and other 18+ content. Then, I began driving to men’s clubs and sending explicit messages to my husband, all while knowing my MIL was watching every move. My MIL became increasingly annoying but she couldn’t say anything specific about what was happening.

An annoyed woman | Source: Vecteezy

An annoyed woman | Source: Vecteezy

When my husband came back, my MIL set us at the table and began accusing me of cheating and all the things she had seen.

“I can’t believe this, Emily!” Sophia started, her face flushed with anger. “I’ve seen the messages you’ve been sending to strange men! And the places you’ve been visiting! Adult shops? Men’s clubs? How could you do this to my son?”

A mother-in-law making accusations | Source: Vecteezy

A mother-in-law making accusations | Source: Vecteezy

Andrew looked bewildered. “What are you talking about, Mom?”

Sophia continued, her voice rising. “I’ve seen it all on her phone! Explicit messages, shady locations, and subscriptions to all sorts of adult content. She’s been betraying you, Andrew!”

“How do you know all this?” I asked calmly.

She hesitated, then blurted out, “I saw it on your phone! There’s a chip that… well, it shows everything you’re doing!”

A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

I feigned shock. “A chip? In my phone? How could that happen?” I exclaimed, widening my eyes in disbelief. “Who would do such a thing? This is outrageous! How did it even get there?”

My MIL’s face turned red. “I… I put it there to keep an eye on you. I knew you were up to something! I knew you were not good enough for my son. A liar and a cheat!”

An accusing finger | Source: Pixabay

An accusing finger | Source: Pixabay

I smirked a hint of satisfaction in my voice. “Oh, I knew about the chip. And I decided to have some fun with it. You wanted to spy on me? I gave you a show.” I leaned in slightly, my eyes glinting with defiance. “Every adult shop, every explicit message, every shady location—you saw exactly what I wanted you to see. How does it feel to be played at your own game?”

A woman smirking with satisfaction | Source: Pixabay

A woman smirking with satisfaction | Source: Pixabay

My husband looked between us, stunned. “You both knew? What the hell is going on?”

My MIL stammered, “She was… she was doing all those things on purpose?”

I nodded, laughing. “Yes. To show you that spying on someone is wrong. You invaded my privacy, and I wanted you to see how it feels to be manipulated.”

A woman laughing with satisfaction | Source: Pixabay

A woman laughing with satisfaction | Source: Pixabay

My husband finally spoke, his voice firm. “Mom, this is unacceptable. You can’t just spy on people. We need to have boundaries in this house.”

My MIL, looking defeated, muttered, “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

“Apology accepted,” I said, “but from now on, let’s respect each other’s privacy. Agreed?”

Mother-in-law and her son's wife reconclie | Source: Vecteezy

Mother-in-law and her son’s wife reconclie | Source: Vecteezy

My MIL nodded reluctantly, and my husband added, “We’ll make sure this never happens again.”

And with that, the tension began to dissipate, and we started to rebuild trust, setting clear boundaries for the future.

I Came Home with My Newborn Twins to Find the Locks Changed, My Stuff Thrown Out, and a Note Waiting for Me

After giving birth to my first children, I thought my husband would start choosing us more over his mother, but that wasn’t the case. This time, he’d chosen her side over me for the last time, so I exposed her for the bully and liar she was.

You’d think bringing home your newborn twins would be one of the happiest moments of your life. For me, it started like that, but it soon turned into an absolute nightmare!

An upset mother with her newborn babies | Source: Midjourney

An upset mother with her newborn babies | Source: Midjourney

After three days in the hospital, recovering from a grueling delivery, I was finally discharged and ready to head home with my beautiful twin daughters, Ella and Sophie. I’d imagined this moment for months: Derek, my husband, picking us up at the hospital with flowers, tears of joy in his eyes as he took one of the girls into his arms.

But instead, at the last minute, I got a hurried phone call that changed everything…

An upset woman on a call | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman on a call | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, baby,” my husband said, his voice clipped. “I am so sorry, but I can’t come pick you guys up as planned.”

“What?” I asked, adjusting the swaddle around Sophie. “Derek, I just had twins. What’s so important that you can’t—”

“It’s my mom,” he interrupted. “She’s in bad shape. Hectic chest pains. I need to pick her up and take her to that hospital close to her.”

His words hit me like a bucket of cold water. “What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Derek, I need you here.”

“I know,” he said, exasperated. “But this happened suddenly, and it’s serious. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.”

An anxious man on a call | Source: Midjourney

An anxious man on a call | Source: Midjourney

I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to scream because of how disappointed and frustrated I felt, but I replied, “Fine. I’ll just get a taxi.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled before hanging up.

My husband’s mother lived in a different city, so the chances of him getting back that same day to get me and the babies were unrealistic. Knowing how obsessed Derek was with his mother, he wasn’t going to leave her by herself, hence the taxi.

An upset woman on a call | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman on a call | Source: Midjourney

As the line went dead, my heart sank. I wanted to believe Derek wasn’t being callous, just overwhelmed and a mama’s boy. Still, the disappointment stung. The same mother-in-law (MIL) who insisted we make a separate set of keys to our house so she could help me with the babies was now suddenly unwell.

I tried shaking it off as I bundled the girls into their car seats that their father had dropped off the previous day and got us into a cab.

A woman in a cab with her children | Source: Midjourney

A woman in a cab with her children | Source: Midjourney

When we pulled into the driveway, I froze. My suitcases, diaper bags, and even the crib mattress were scattered across the front lawn and by the doorstep! A knot formed in my stomach. I paid the driver and stepped out with the twins, glancing around nervously. Something was obviously very wrong…

A messy front yard | Source: Midjourney

A messy front yard | Source: Midjourney

I approached the front door, fumbling with my keys while absentmindedly calling out my husband’s name, even though I knew he couldn’t be home yet. The key wouldn’t turn. Confused, I tried again. Nothing. Then I saw it, a folded piece of paper taped to a suitcase.

Get out of here with your little moochers! I know everything. Derek.

My breath caught, and my heart stopped. My hands trembled as I read the note again and again, trying to make sense of it while hoping it was a hallucination. This couldn’t be happening. Not Derek…

A shocked woman reading a note | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman reading a note | Source: Midjourney

Not the man who held my hand through every doctor’s appointment, who cried when we heard our daughters’ heartbeats for the first time. Then the worst part of that day began…

Wanting answers, I called him immediately. Straight to voicemail. Again. Voicemail. Panic set in as Sophie’s cries joined Ella’s. I rocked their car seats, forcing myself to think.

A stressed woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

A stressed woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

“Mom,” I whispered. My hands shook as I dialed her number.

“Jenna?” Mom answered on the first ring. “What’s wrong? Are the twins okay?”

I choked out the words, barely able to hold it together. I hadn’t wanted to involve my mother due to her ailing condition, but I believed this was one of those dire moments.

“Derek… He changed the locks. He threw my stuff outside. Mom, he left this awful note.”

“WHAT?!” Her voice shot up. “Stay there. I’m coming.”

An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney

Minutes felt like hours before she arrived. Mom took one look at the mess and narrowed her eyes, fuming.

“This doesn’t make sense! Derek wouldn’t do this; he loves you and the girls!”

“That’s what I thought,” I said, rocking Ella to calm her cries. “But he’s not answering. And what does ‘I know everything’ even mean?” I asked showing her the offensive note.

“I am so sorry, my darling,” she said while hugging me close. “Let’s go to my place until we can get a hold of your husband, okay?”

An older woman hugging a younger one | Source: Midjourney

An older woman hugging a younger one | Source: Midjourney

She helped me load the bags into her car and whisked us back to her place. After my mother and I dissected what had happened and repeatedly called Derek with no answer, my anxiety spiked. That night, I barely slept.

The next morning, I decided I needed answers. Leaving the twins with Mom, I drove back in her car to the house. The yard was empty, my belongings gone. I knocked on the door. No response. I walked around to the back, peering through the windows, and froze.

A shocked woman peaking through a window | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman peaking through a window | Source: Midjourney

Derek’s mother, Lorraine, sat at the dining table, sipping tea! I banged on the door, and she looked up, startled, almost spilling her tea before she saw me and smirked.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, banging on the door.

Lorraine rose leisurely and opened it just a crack. “Jenna. You’re not welcome here, didn’t you see the note?”

“Where’s Derek?” I snapped. “Why did he—”

“He’s at the hospital in my city,” she said smoothly. “Taking care of his sick mother.”

A nonchalant older woman standing by a door | Source: Midjourney

A nonchalant older woman standing by a door | Source: Midjourney

I stared at her, disbelief washing over me. “Sick? You’re standing right here!”

She shrugged, her lips curling into a malicious smile. “Maybe I’m feeling better. Miracles happen.”

“You lied to him, didn’t you? You faked being sick!”

Her smile widened. “And?”

My hands balled into fists. “Why? Why would you do this?”

She crossed her arms, her smugness growing.

A smug older woman | Source: Midjourney

A smug older woman | Source: Midjourney

“I told Derek from the start that our family needs a boy to carry on the name. But you? You gave us two girls. Useless,” she confessed unapologetically, finally speaking her truth after all these years I’ve been with her son.

Her words knocked the air out of me. I was too stunned to speak, and she took my silence as permission to keep going.

“I knew you’d ruin my son’s life, so I took matters into my own hands. The note was a bit much, but I needed you to believe he wanted you gone. I even ensured he couldn’t call you by taking his phone right out of his pocket when he wasn’t looking. You were supposed to take your things and get out of our lives, but here you are…”

An angry older woman | Source: Midjourney

An angry older woman | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t breathe. This woman had orchestrated everything, lied to her son, and got him to take her to the hospital under false pretenses before sneaking away, locked me out of my home, and stole his phone all because she disapproved of my daughters!

“You threw us out over that?”

“Of course,” she said, unbothered. “I even bribed a nurse at the hospital to keep him there. And it worked, didn’t it?”

I felt sick. “You’re deranged!”

“Call me what you want,” she sneered. “I call it protecting my family. Besides, my Derek always takes my side and will see things my way as usual.”

An arrogant older woman | Source: Midjourney

An arrogant older woman | Source: Midjourney

Her words echoed in my mind as I drove to the hospital where my husband was still waiting. With every mile, my anger grew. How could she justify such cruelty? My hands gripped the wheel tightly, knuckles white with fury.

I knew my MIL was mean, but I didn’t think she was evil! She never approved of my relationship or marriage to her son, always believing Derek deserved someone wealthier and fancier, unlike me.

An upset woman driving | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman driving | Source: Midjourney

When I reached the hospital, I found my husband pacing in the waiting room, his eyes shadowed with worry.

“Jenna!” he said, rushing toward me. “Where have you been? I don’t have my phone or know your number by heart, so I couldn’t call you!”

“Your mother took your phone,” I cut him off. “She faked her illness and locked me out of the house!”

He froze, confusion and anger flashing across his face. “What? That doesn’t make any sense.”

A man at a hospital | Source: Midjourney

A man at a hospital | Source: Midjourney

“She set me up, wrote a fake note from you sending me away, and bribed a nurse to lie to you,” I said, my voice trembling. “Lorraine’s at our house, sipping tea like she’s the queen of the world!”

“Wait. What? Why would she…”

“Because our daughters aren’t boys,” I said bitterly.

The shock turned to rage on his face. Without saying a word, he grabbed his keys and stormed out, with me following close behind. When we got home, Lorraine was exactly where I’d left her, looking utterly unbothered.

An older woman having tea | Source: Midjourney

An older woman having tea | Source: Midjourney

But her smugness vanished when she saw the determined look on Derek’s face.

“Mom,” he said, his voice cold and sharp. “What did you do? I thought you were in the hospital?”

She opened her mouth, likely to lie, but Derek cut her off. “Save it. I know everything.”

“Derek, I was just trying to—”

“You’ve done enough,” he snapped. “You made me abandon my wife and children for a fake emergency! Then you locked my wife, who just gave birth, and our newborn babies out of our home! On top of that, you cut our ability to communicate during such a crucial time by stealing my phone!”

An angry man shouting | Source: Midjourney

An angry man shouting | Source: Midjourney

“Derek, darling… I just wanted to keep you safe. This isn’t how this was supposed to go,” my MIL replied pleadingly.

“Keep me safe from my wife and children? Who told you I wanted boys? What makes you think my girls aren’t good enough for me just because of their gender? That’s a problem you have, not me, and if you want sons, I suggest you go make them yourself!”

I stood with my mouth agape, having never seen Derek this angry! I won’t lie, a part of me was proud that he was proving himself worthy of me by defending my and the children’s honor. At that moment, I loved him more than ever before!

A happy woman | Source: Midjourney

A happy woman | Source: Midjourney

“Pack your things and leave,” he demanded.

She gaped at him, tears forming. “You can’t mean that. I’m your mother!”

“And Jenna is my WIFE! Those are my daughters! If you can’t respect them, you’re not part of our lives!”

For once, Lorraine was speechless. She stormed upstairs to pack, slamming doors as she went. Derek turned to me, his eyes full of remorse.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t know.”

I let out a shaky breath, the tension easing just a little. “I just want us to move forward.”

A happy woman with her man | Source: Midjourney

A happy woman with her man | Source: Midjourney

Lorraine left that night. My husband apologized repeatedly, vowing to make things right. And he did. He changed the locks, blocked his mother’s number, and even reported the nurse who had taken the bribe!

It wasn’t easy, but for months we worked on rebuilding our life. One evening, as I rocked Ella and Sophie to sleep, I realized Lorraine had tried to destroy us but only managed to bring us closer together.

A happy couple with their twins | Source: Midjourney

A happy couple with their twins | Source: Midjourney

Sadly, Jenna isn’t the only daughter-in-law who has had to face a difficult MIL. In the following story, Michelle’s MIL surprises her and her husband with a DNA test for their son thinking it would finally break them up. But things didn’t play out in her favor, the way she imagined.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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