I stepped off the plane, checked my phone, and saw a neighbor's message: “Why are your in-laws living in your house?” My stomach dropped. I raced home, only to find the locks changed, my security system disabled, and my late mother’s ashes gone from the mantel. In their place stood a massive portrait of my husband’s smug parents, sipping wine like they owned the place. They had taken over my $3 million home like it was some vacation rental and had no plans to leave. That’s when I snapped, and what I did next left them begging for forgiveness...