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.
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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
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
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.
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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
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?”
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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
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.
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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.
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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
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
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!”
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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?”
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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.”
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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
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 Took Our Old Couch to the Dump, but My Husband Freaked Out, Yelling, “You Threw Away the Plan?!”
When Tom’s eyes locked onto the empty space in our living room, a look of pure panic spread across his face. “Please tell me you didn’t…” he started, but it was already too late.
I’d been asking Tom to get rid of that old couch for months. “Tom,” I’d say, “when are you taking the couch out? It’s practically falling apart!”
“Tomorrow,” he’d mumble without looking up from his phone. Or sometimes, “Next weekend. I swear, this time for real.”
Spoiler alert: tomorrow never came.
Old worn out couch | Source: Midjourney
So, last Saturday, after watching that moldy piece of furniture use up half of our living room for another week, I finally snapped. I rented a truck, wrangled the thing out by myself, and took it straight to the dump. By the time I got back, I was pretty proud of myself.
When Tom got home later, he barely got past the entryway before his eyes went wide at the sight of the brand-new couch I’d bought. For a second, I thought he’d thank me, or at least smile.
But instead, he looked around, stunned. “Wait… what’s this?”
Man standing in his living room | Source: Midjourney
I smiled, gesturing at the couch. “Surprise! Finally got rid of that eyesore. It looks great, right?”
His face went pale, and he stared at me like I’d committed a crime. “You took the old couch… to the dump?”
“Well, yeah,” I said, taken aback. “You said you’d do it for months, Tom. It was disgusting!”
He gaped at me, panic flashing across his face. “Are you serious? You threw away the plan?!“
“What plan?” I asked.
He took a shaky breath, muttering to himself. “No, no, no… This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.“
Disappointed man in his living room | Source: Midjourney
“Tom!” I interrupted, starting to feel a little panicked myself. “What are you talking about?”
He looked up at me, eyes wide with fear. “I… I don’t have time to explain. Get your shoes. We have to go. Now.”
My stomach twisted as I stood there, trying to understand. “Go? Where are we going?”
“To the dump!” he snapped, heading for the door. “We have to get it back before it’s too late.”
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“Too late for what?” I followed him, bewildered. “Tom, it’s a couch. A couch with, like, mold and broken springs! What could be so important?”
He paused at the door, turning back, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me,” I challenged, crossing my arms. “I’d like to know why you’re so desperate to dig through a pile of garbage for a couch.”
“I’ll explain on the way. Just trust me,” he said, gripping the doorknob and glancing back over his shoulder. “You have to trust me, okay?”
The way he looked at me — it sent a chill down my spine.
A couple leaving their house | Source: Midjourney
The drive to the dump was dead silent. I kept glancing at Tom, but he was laser-focused on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight. I’d never seen him like this, so completely panicked, and his silence was only making it worse.
“Tom,” I finally broke the silence, but he didn’t even flinch. “Can you just… tell me what’s going on?”
He shook his head, barely looking at me. “You’ll see when we get there.”
“See what?” I pressed, the frustration creeping into my voice. “Do you have any idea how insane this sounds? You dragged me out here for a couch. A couch, Tom!”
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“I know, he muttered, eyes flicking over to me for a split second before returning to the road. “I know it sounds crazy, but you’ll understand when we find it.”
I crossed my arms, stewing in silence until we pulled up to the dump. Tom leaped out before I could say another word, sprinting toward the gate like his life depended on it.
He waved down one of the workers and, with a pleading edge in his voice, asked, “Please. My wife brought something here earlier. I need to get it back. It’s really important.”
The worker raised an eyebrow, glancing between us with a skeptical look, but something in Tom’s face must have convinced him. With a sigh, he let in. “All right, buddy. But you better move quick.”
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Tom darted ahead, searching the mountain of trash like a man possessed, his eyes scanning every heap as if they held priceless treasures. I felt ridiculous standing there, ankle-deep in the garbage, watching my husband dig through piles of discarded junk.
After what felt like ages, Tom’s head jerked up, eyes wide. “There!” he shouted, pointing. He scrambled over, practically throwing himself onto our old couch, which was lying sideways on the edge of a heap. Without missing a beat, he flipped it over, his hands diving into a small gap in the torn lining.
Man in a dumpsite standing next to an old couch | Source: Midjourney
“Tom, what—” I began, but then I saw him pull out a crumpled, yellowed piece of paper, delicate and worn with age. It looked like nothing—just a flimsy old paper with faded, uneven handwriting. I stared at it, completely baffled.
“This?” I asked, incredulous. “All this… for that?”
But then I looked at his face. He was staring at that paper like it was the answer to everything.
Tom’s hands were shaking, his eyes red and brimming with tears. I was frozen, unsure of what to do or say. In the five years we’d been together, I’d never seen him like this — so utterly broken, clutching that crumpled piece of paper like it was the most precious thing he’d ever held.
Man seated on an old couch reading a paper | Source: Midjourney
He took a deep breath, staring at the paper with an expression that was equal parts relief and sorrow. “This… this is the plan my brother and I made,” he finally said, his voice raw. “It’s our map of the house. Our… hideouts.”
I blinked, glancing at the paper he was holding so carefully. From here, it just looked like a scrap of faded, childlike scrawls. But when he held it out to me, his face crumbling as he handed it over, I took it and looked closer.
Woman standing next to an old couch in a dumpsite | Source: Midjourney
It was drawn in colored pencils, with wobbly handwriting and a little cartoonish map of rooms and spaces, was a layout of the house we lived in now. Labels dotted the rooms: “Tom’s Hideout” under the stairs, “Jason’s Castle” in the attic, and “Spy Base” by a bush in the backyard.
“Jason was my younger brother,” he murmured, barely able to get the words out. “We used to hide this map in the couch, like… it was our ‘safe spot.'” His voice was almost inaudible, lost in a memory that seemed to consume him.
I stared at him, struggling to piece together this revelation. Tom had never mentioned a brother before — not once.
Emotional woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney
He swallowed hard, his gaze somewhere far away. “When Jason was eight… there was an accident in the backyard. We were playing a game we made up.” He choked back a sob, and I could see how much it was costing him to go on. “I was supposed to be watching him, but I got distracted.”
My hand flew to my mouth, the weight of his words crashing down on me.
“He was climbing a tree… the one next to our Spy Base,” he said, a faint, bitter smile tugging at his lips. “He… he slipped. Fell from the top.”
“Oh, Tom…” I whispered, my own voice breaking. I reached out to him, but he seemed lost in the past.
Man and wife in a dumpsite | Source: Midjourney
“I blamed myself,” he continued, his voice breaking. “I still do, every day. That map… it’s all I have left of him. All the little hideouts we made together. It’s… it’s the last piece of him.” He wiped his face with his sleeve, but the tears kept coming.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, feeling his pain in every sob that shook his body. It wasn’t just a couch. It was his link to a childhood he’d lost—and to a brother he could never bring back.
“Tom, I had no idea. I’m so sorry,” I said, hugging him tight.
Couple hugging in a dumpsite | Source: Midjourney
He took a shaky breath, wiping at his face. “It’s not your fault. I should have told you… but I didn’t want to remember how I messed up. Losing him… it felt like something I couldn’t ever put right.” His voice caught, and he closed his eyes for a long, silent moment.
Finally, he let out a long, steadying breath and gave a weak, almost embarrassed smile. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
The drive back was quiet, but a different kind of quiet. There was a lightness between us, as though we’d managed to bring something precious back with us, even if it was only a scrap of paper. For the first time, I felt like I understood this hidden part of him, the one he’d kept buried under years of silence.
Couple in a car | Source: Midjourney
That night, we took that yellowed, wrinkled map and placed it in a small frame, hanging it in the living room where we could both see it. Tom stood back, looking at it with something that wasn’t quite sorrowful anymore.
The shadow was still there, but softer somehow. I watched him, noticing for the first time in years that he seemed at peace.
Time passed, and the house was filled with new memories and little echoes of laughter that seemed to bring warmth to every corner.
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A few years later, when our kids were old enough to understand, Tom sat them down, holding the framed map as he shared the story of the hideouts and “safe spots” he and Jason had created. I stood in the doorway, watching the kids’ eyes widen with wonder, drawn into this secret part of their father’s life.
One afternoon, I found the kids sprawled on the living room floor, crayons and pencils scattered around as they drew their own “map.” They looked up when they saw me, grinning with excitement.
Kids playing with crayons | Source: Midjourney
“Look, Mom! We have our own house map!” my son shouted, holding up their masterpiece. It was labeled with their own hideouts — Secret Lair in the closet, Dragon’s Lair in the basement.
Tom came over, his eyes shining as he looked at their creation. He knelt beside them, tracing the lines with a soft smile, as if they’d unknowingly given him back another small piece of what he’d lost.
“Looks like you’re carrying on the tradition,” he said, his voice full of warmth.
Our son looked up at him, his eyes bright. “Yeah, Dad. It’s our plan… just like yours.”
Man looking at his son | Source: Midjourney
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