My Brother and His Wife Stole My Credit Card — They Didn’t Expect What Happened Next

I never wanted a credit card, but at 22, living at home and saving for a car, I finally applied to build my credit.

I used it responsibly and rarely. Only my dad knew about it — but my mom couldn’t resist sharing the news. Soon after,

my brother Mark and his wife Kendra asked to borrow it, insisting “family helps family.” I refused. A few days later,

after they visited unexpectedly, I realized the card was missing — and new charges appeared. I reported it stolen.

Soon, the police called. Mark and Kendra had tried using the flagged card at a store and were caught. When an officer asked

if I’d given them permission, I firmly said no. They were briefly held and forced to face the consequences.

I didn’t press full charges, but they left with a fraud mark on their record — and a clear message.

My mom eventually came home, quieter but without apology. Mark and Kendra never said sorry either,

but they also never asked for my card again. It wasn’t about the money — it was about setting boundaries and standing my ground.

Sometimes, even with family, you need to protect yourself. Saying no is hard — but letting others steal your trust is harder.

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