{"id":102039,"date":"2025-02-22T07:56:12","date_gmt":"2025-02-22T00:56:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cutiething.com\/?p=24451"},"modified":"2025-02-22T07:56:36","modified_gmt":"2025-02-22T00:56:36","slug":"my-husband-and-his-lover-changed-our-locks-while-i-was-at-work-but-they-had-no-idea-what-was-coming-next","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/my-husband-and-his-lover-changed-our-locks-while-i-was-at-work-but-they-had-no-idea-what-was-coming-next\/","title":{"rendered":"My Husband and His Lover Changed Our Locks While I Was at Work \u2014 But They Had No Idea What Was Coming Next"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I found myself locked out of my own home, I knew my marriage was over. But what my cheating husband didn\u2019t know was that I was about to teach him a lesson he\u2019d never forget.\u201cJason, it\u2019s almost nine.\n

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You promised you\u2019d be home by six.\u201d I tried to keep the hurt from my voice as my husband dropped his keys on the counter, not even looking at me.\u201cWork was crazy, Alice. What do you want me to do? Tell my boss I need to leave early?\u201d Jason loosened his tie, walking past the table where I\u2019d set up a small birthday dinner for myself.\n
Two candles stood next to a cake I\u2019d picked up on my lunch break.\u201cYes, actually,\u201d I said, crossing my arms. \u201cThat\u2019s exactly what you could have done. Just once. Especially after you promised. It\u2019s my birthday, Jason.\u201d\n
He finally looked at the table and realized what he\u2019d done. \u201cOh, no. I forgot.\u201d\n
\u201cClearly.\u201d\n
\u201cCome on, don\u2019t be like that.\u201d Jason ran his hand through his hair. \u201cI\u2019m working hard for us, you know that.\u201d\n
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I let out a fake laugh.\n
\u201cFor us?\u201d I repeated. \u201cYou\u2019re never even here, Jason. We barely talk anymore. When was the last time we had dinner together? Or watched a movie? Or did anything as a couple?\u201d\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not fair. I\u2019m building my career so we can have a good future.\u201d\n
\u201cWhat future? We\u2019re living separate lives in the same house.\u201d I felt tears threatening, but I refused to let them fall. \u201cI make more money than you anyway, so let\u2019s not pretend this is about providing for us.\u201d\n
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For illustrative purposes only\n
Jason\u2019s face hardened. \u201cOf course, you\u2019d throw that in my face. God forbid I try to catch up to my successful wife.\u201d\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what I\u2014\u201d\n
\u201cSave it. I\u2019m tired. I\u2019m going to bed.\u201d He walked away, leaving me standing alone next to my sad little birthday celebration.\n
I blew out candles and promised myself things would get better.\n
He was my husband. I loved him. Marriage had rough patches, right? Everyone said so.\n
Little did I know I\u2019d regret forgiving him so easily.\n
Jason and I had been married for three years, but the last year had felt like a slow, painful drift apart. We didn\u2019t have kids (thankfully, given what was coming) and my job as a marketing director provided the bulk of our household income.\n
Meanwhile, Jason worked in sales and constantly complained about the pressure, the hours, the commute\u2026 everything except what I later realized was the truth.\n
Three weeks after my ruined birthday, I came home early from work with a pounding headache. All I wanted was to collapse into bed with some painkillers and silence.\n
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For illustrative purposes only\n
When I pulled into our driveway, I noticed something off about our front door. As I got closer, I realized the brass doorknob and lock had been replaced with a sleeker silver one.\n
\u201cThat\u2019s weird,\u201d I muttered.\n
When I inserted my key into the lock, it didn\u2019t fit.\n
I tried again, wiggling it, but it was clearly the wrong size for this new lock. Confused, I checked to make sure I was at the right house.\n
Of course, I was. This was my home.\n
That\u2019s when I noticed the note taped to the door, written in Jason\u2019s familiar scrawl.\n
This is no longer your home. Find somewhere else to stay.\n
I felt the ground shift beneath me.\n
What the heck? I thought.\n
Then, I pounded on the door and screamed Jason\u2019s name. Finally, the door swung open, revealing my husband.\n
And behind him was a woman wrapped in my robe.\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t be serious,\u201d I whispered, my voice shaking.\n
\u201cListen,\u201d he smirked, arms crossed. \u201cI\u2019ve moved on. Mia and I are together now, and we need our space. You can crash somewhere else.\u201d\n
Mia. The same coworker he had sworn was \u201cjust a friend.\u201d And there she came closer, putting her hands on her hips.\n
\u201cI packed your stuff in the boxes,\u201d she said. \u201cYou may pick them up in the garage.\u201d\n
I stared at them for a while, but then I turned around and went back to my car.\n
Jason thought he could kick me out of the house and get away with it, but I knew I couldn\u2019t let that happen. And for that, I needed a plan. A solid plan.\n
I knew exactly where to go for that.\n
***\n
\u201cAlice? Oh my God.\u201d My sister Paula opened her door, took one look at my tear-stained face, and pulled me inside. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d\n
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For illustrative purposes only\n
I collapsed onto her couch, the whole story spilling out between sobs.\n
\u201cThat absolute piece of garbage,\u201d Paula hissed when I finished. \u201cAnd this Mia person was wearing your robe?\u201d\n
\u201cMy birthday gift from Mom,\u201d I said, dabbing at my eyes. \u201cThe cashmere one.\u201dPaula disappeared into her kitchen and returned with two glasses of wine.\n
\u201cDrink,\u201d she ordered. \u201cThen we\u2019ll figure out what to do.\u201d\n
\u201cWhat can I do? The house is in his name.\u201d I took a long sip. \u201cThe mortgage was approved on his credit score since mine was still recovering from grad school.\u201d\n
Paula\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cBut who\u2019s been making the payments?\u201d\n
\u201cWe both have, but\u2026\u201d I paused, something clicking into place. \u201cI\u2019ve paid for everything else. Every piece of furniture. The kitchen renovation last year. All the appliances.\u201d\n
\u201cExactly,\u201d Paula said, a slow smile spreading across her face. \u201cSo, what exactly does Jason own besides an empty house?\u201d\n
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I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my banking app. \u201cI\u2019ve kept every receipt. I\u2019m obsessive about our budget tracking.\u201d\n
\u201cOf course you have,\u201d Paula laughed. \u201cMiss Spreadsheet Queen.\u201d\n
For the first time since seeing that note on my door, I felt a flicker of control returning. \u201cThey think they\u2019ve won, don\u2019t they?\u201d\n
Paula clinked her glass against mine. \u201cThey have no idea who they\u2019re messing with.\u201d\n
The next morning, I called my lawyer friend, Denise.\n
\u201cWhat he did is actually illegal,\u201d she told me over coffee. \u201cYou can\u2019t just change the locks on a spouse, even if the house is in his name. You have legal residency.\u201d\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to go back there,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cBut I do want what\u2019s mine.\u201d\n
Denise\u2019s eyes gleamed. \u201cThen let\u2019s make a list.\u201d\n
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For illustrative purposes only\n
We spent the rest of the morning inventorying everything I had purchased for our home. By lunch, I had a comprehensive list, complete with dates and prices.\n
\u201cThis is impressive,\u201d Denise nodded. \u201cWith these receipts, there\u2019s no question what belongs to you.\u201d\n
\u201cSo, I can just\u2026 take it all?\u201d\n
\u201cLegally? Yes. Though I\u2019d recommend having a police officer present to avoid any claims of breaking and entering.\u201d\n
I thought about Jason\u2019s smug face. About Mia wearing my robe. About how they thought they had all the power.\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said slowly. \u201cI have a better idea.\u201d\n
That afternoon, I called a moving company. The owner, Mike, was sympathetic to my situation.\n
\u201cWe had a similar case last year,\u201d he told me. \u201cWife caught her husband cheating, wanted all her stuff out while he was at work.\u201d\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what I need,\u201d I said. \u201cBut with one difference. I want them to be there when it happens.\u201d\n
I waited for Saturday, knowing my husband and his little girlfriend would both be home. I told Mike to show up with his crew at noon.\n
Once Mike and his workers were there, I knocked on the door and my husband opened it.\n
\u201cHey, honey,\u201d I said sweetly. \u201cI\u2019m just here to pick up my things.\u201d\n
Before he could react, my movers pushed past him and started picking up everything that belonged to me.\n
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The washing machine? Unplugged mid-cycle, soaking clothes dumped into a plastic tub.\n
The oven? Opened right as a pie was baking. Mine now.\n
The bed they probably slept in? Stripped down and packed up.\n
My vanity, my smart TV, the couch they lounged on? Gone.\n
And the best part? Mia was straightening her hair when my movers walked in.\n
I plucked the straightener from her hand and smirked. \u201cSorry. This was my gift from my husband. You know, back when he was mine.\u201d\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t just take everything!\u201d Jason barked. \u201cThe movers are taking literally everything away! What the heck is going on?\u201d\n
I pulled out every single receipt I had kept. \u201cActually, I can. Because unlike you, I pay for my own things.\u201d\n
He just stared at me, unable to say anything.\n
\u201cOh, and by the way? You changing the locks while I was still legally living here?\u201d I smirked. \u201cThat\u2019s illegal. I could take this to court and really make your life hell. But honestly? Watching you two stand here, miserable, in your empty house is so much more satisfying.\u201d\n
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Mia screeched something, but I was already walking away as my movers loaded the last of my belongings onto the truck.\n
As I drove off, I saw them standing there. They looked super humiliated and furious.Sometimes I wonder if I was too harsh. But then I remember the note on the door. I remember the casual cruelty of changing locks on someone who loved you. I remember my birthday dinner, cold and forgotten.\n
And I know I did exactly what needed to be done.\n
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.\n
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When I found myself locked out of my own home, I knew my marriage was over. But what my cheating husband didn\u2019t know was that I was about to teach him a lesson he\u2019d never forget.\u201cJason, it\u2019s almost nine. For illustrative purposes only You promised you\u2019d be home by six.\u201d I tried to keep the …\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":102040,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1439],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-102039","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102039","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=102039"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102039\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":102050,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102039\/revisions\/102050"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/102040"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=102039"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=102039"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=102039"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}

For illustrative purposes only\n
You promised you\u2019d be home by six.\u201d I tried to keep the hurt from my voice as my husband dropped his keys on the counter, not even looking at me.\u201cWork was crazy, Alice. What do you want me to do? Tell my boss I need to leave early?\u201d Jason loosened his tie, walking past the table where I\u2019d set up a small birthday dinner for myself.\n
Two candles stood next to a cake I\u2019d picked up on my lunch break.\u201cYes, actually,\u201d I said, crossing my arms. \u201cThat\u2019s exactly what you could have done. Just once. Especially after you promised. It\u2019s my birthday, Jason.\u201d\n
He finally looked at the table and realized what he\u2019d done. \u201cOh, no. I forgot.\u201d\n
\u201cClearly.\u201d\n
\u201cCome on, don\u2019t be like that.\u201d Jason ran his hand through his hair. \u201cI\u2019m working hard for us, you know that.\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
I let out a fake laugh.\n
\u201cFor us?\u201d I repeated. \u201cYou\u2019re never even here, Jason. We barely talk anymore. When was the last time we had dinner together? Or watched a movie? Or did anything as a couple?\u201d\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not fair. I\u2019m building my career so we can have a good future.\u201d\n
\u201cWhat future? We\u2019re living separate lives in the same house.\u201d I felt tears threatening, but I refused to let them fall. \u201cI make more money than you anyway, so let\u2019s not pretend this is about providing for us.\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Jason\u2019s face hardened. \u201cOf course, you\u2019d throw that in my face. God forbid I try to catch up to my successful wife.\u201d\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what I\u2014\u201d\n
\u201cSave it. I\u2019m tired. I\u2019m going to bed.\u201d He walked away, leaving me standing alone next to my sad little birthday celebration.\n
I blew out candles and promised myself things would get better.\n
He was my husband. I loved him. Marriage had rough patches, right? Everyone said so.\n
Little did I know I\u2019d regret forgiving him so easily.\n
Jason and I had been married for three years, but the last year had felt like a slow, painful drift apart. We didn\u2019t have kids (thankfully, given what was coming) and my job as a marketing director provided the bulk of our household income.\n
Meanwhile, Jason worked in sales and constantly complained about the pressure, the hours, the commute\u2026 everything except what I later realized was the truth.\n
Three weeks after my ruined birthday, I came home early from work with a pounding headache. All I wanted was to collapse into bed with some painkillers and silence.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
When I pulled into our driveway, I noticed something off about our front door. As I got closer, I realized the brass doorknob and lock had been replaced with a sleeker silver one.\n
\u201cThat\u2019s weird,\u201d I muttered.\n
When I inserted my key into the lock, it didn\u2019t fit.\n
I tried again, wiggling it, but it was clearly the wrong size for this new lock. Confused, I checked to make sure I was at the right house.\n
Of course, I was. This was my home.\n
That\u2019s when I noticed the note taped to the door, written in Jason\u2019s familiar scrawl.\n
This is no longer your home. Find somewhere else to stay.\n
I felt the ground shift beneath me.\n
What the heck? I thought.\n
Then, I pounded on the door and screamed Jason\u2019s name. Finally, the door swung open, revealing my husband.\n
And behind him was a woman wrapped in my robe.\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t be serious,\u201d I whispered, my voice shaking.\n
\u201cListen,\u201d he smirked, arms crossed. \u201cI\u2019ve moved on. Mia and I are together now, and we need our space. You can crash somewhere else.\u201d\n
Mia. The same coworker he had sworn was \u201cjust a friend.\u201d And there she came closer, putting her hands on her hips.\n
\u201cI packed your stuff in the boxes,\u201d she said. \u201cYou may pick them up in the garage.\u201d\n
I stared at them for a while, but then I turned around and went back to my car.\n
Jason thought he could kick me out of the house and get away with it, but I knew I couldn\u2019t let that happen. And for that, I needed a plan. A solid plan.\n
I knew exactly where to go for that.\n
***\n
\u201cAlice? Oh my God.\u201d My sister Paula opened her door, took one look at my tear-stained face, and pulled me inside. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
I collapsed onto her couch, the whole story spilling out between sobs.\n
\u201cThat absolute piece of garbage,\u201d Paula hissed when I finished. \u201cAnd this Mia person was wearing your robe?\u201d\n
\u201cMy birthday gift from Mom,\u201d I said, dabbing at my eyes. \u201cThe cashmere one.\u201dPaula disappeared into her kitchen and returned with two glasses of wine.\n
\u201cDrink,\u201d she ordered. \u201cThen we\u2019ll figure out what to do.\u201d\n
\u201cWhat can I do? The house is in his name.\u201d I took a long sip. \u201cThe mortgage was approved on his credit score since mine was still recovering from grad school.\u201d\n
Paula\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cBut who\u2019s been making the payments?\u201d\n
\u201cWe both have, but\u2026\u201d I paused, something clicking into place. \u201cI\u2019ve paid for everything else. Every piece of furniture. The kitchen renovation last year. All the appliances.\u201d\n
\u201cExactly,\u201d Paula said, a slow smile spreading across her face. \u201cSo, what exactly does Jason own besides an empty house?\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my banking app. \u201cI\u2019ve kept every receipt. I\u2019m obsessive about our budget tracking.\u201d\n
\u201cOf course you have,\u201d Paula laughed. \u201cMiss Spreadsheet Queen.\u201d\n
For the first time since seeing that note on my door, I felt a flicker of control returning. \u201cThey think they\u2019ve won, don\u2019t they?\u201d\n
Paula clinked her glass against mine. \u201cThey have no idea who they\u2019re messing with.\u201d\n
The next morning, I called my lawyer friend, Denise.\n
\u201cWhat he did is actually illegal,\u201d she told me over coffee. \u201cYou can\u2019t just change the locks on a spouse, even if the house is in his name. You have legal residency.\u201d\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to go back there,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cBut I do want what\u2019s mine.\u201d\n
Denise\u2019s eyes gleamed. \u201cThen let\u2019s make a list.\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
We spent the rest of the morning inventorying everything I had purchased for our home. By lunch, I had a comprehensive list, complete with dates and prices.\n
\u201cThis is impressive,\u201d Denise nodded. \u201cWith these receipts, there\u2019s no question what belongs to you.\u201d\n
\u201cSo, I can just\u2026 take it all?\u201d\n
\u201cLegally? Yes. Though I\u2019d recommend having a police officer present to avoid any claims of breaking and entering.\u201d\n
I thought about Jason\u2019s smug face. About Mia wearing my robe. About how they thought they had all the power.\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said slowly. \u201cI have a better idea.\u201d\n
That afternoon, I called a moving company. The owner, Mike, was sympathetic to my situation.\n
\u201cWe had a similar case last year,\u201d he told me. \u201cWife caught her husband cheating, wanted all her stuff out while he was at work.\u201d\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what I need,\u201d I said. \u201cBut with one difference. I want them to be there when it happens.\u201d\n
I waited for Saturday, knowing my husband and his little girlfriend would both be home. I told Mike to show up with his crew at noon.\n
Once Mike and his workers were there, I knocked on the door and my husband opened it.\n
\u201cHey, honey,\u201d I said sweetly. \u201cI\u2019m just here to pick up my things.\u201d\n
Before he could react, my movers pushed past him and started picking up everything that belonged to me.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
The washing machine? Unplugged mid-cycle, soaking clothes dumped into a plastic tub.\n
The oven? Opened right as a pie was baking. Mine now.\n
The bed they probably slept in? Stripped down and packed up.\n
My vanity, my smart TV, the couch they lounged on? Gone.\n
And the best part? Mia was straightening her hair when my movers walked in.\n
I plucked the straightener from her hand and smirked. \u201cSorry. This was my gift from my husband. You know, back when he was mine.\u201d\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t just take everything!\u201d Jason barked. \u201cThe movers are taking literally everything away! What the heck is going on?\u201d\n
I pulled out every single receipt I had kept. \u201cActually, I can. Because unlike you, I pay for my own things.\u201d\n
He just stared at me, unable to say anything.\n
\u201cOh, and by the way? You changing the locks while I was still legally living here?\u201d I smirked. \u201cThat\u2019s illegal. I could take this to court and really make your life hell. But honestly? Watching you two stand here, miserable, in your empty house is so much more satisfying.\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Mia screeched something, but I was already walking away as my movers loaded the last of my belongings onto the truck.\n
As I drove off, I saw them standing there. They looked super humiliated and furious.Sometimes I wonder if I was too harsh. But then I remember the note on the door. I remember the casual cruelty of changing locks on someone who loved you. I remember my birthday dinner, cold and forgotten.\n
And I know I did exactly what needed to be done.\n
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.\n
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When I found myself locked out of my own home, I knew my marriage was over. But what my cheating husband didn\u2019t know was that I was about to teach him a lesson he\u2019d never forget.\u201cJason, it\u2019s almost nine. For illustrative purposes only You promised you\u2019d be home by six.\u201d I tried to keep the …\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":102040,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1439],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-102039","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102039","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=102039"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102039\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":102050,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102039\/revisions\/102050"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/102040"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=102039"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=102039"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=102039"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}