Food kept vanishing from Christine’s home — first chocolates, then entire meals. When her husband, Samuel, swore he wasn’t the culprit, she set up a hidden camera. When she spotted the intruder on the footage, her blood ran cold.
At first, it was just little things disappearing from my fridge and kitchen cabinets. A handful of chocolates missing from the box I’d been saving. The juice boxes Samuel loved, running out faster than usual.
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Each time something disappeared, I’d do a mental inventory, trying to remember if I’d eaten it myself in some late-night fog.
But I knew my habits.
I could make a box of chocolates last for weeks, savoring one piece at a time. Not the type to devour half a box and forget about it.
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Still, I tried to rationalize it.
Maybe Samuel was sneaking midnight snacks. Maybe I was working too hard, losing track of things.
But then the incidents started escalating.
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A bottle of wine we’d been saving for our anniversary — the one I specifically remembered pushing to the back of the cabinet — suddenly appeared in the recycling bin.
The fancy cheese I’d bought for our dinner party was half-gone before the guests even arrived.
Each disappearance felt like a tiny paper cut to my sanity.
I started keeping a log.
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Monday: half a box of imported cookies missing.
Wednesday: three pieces of dark chocolate were gone.
Friday: the special raspberry preserves I’d ordered online were nowhere to be found.
The pattern was maddening, not just because things were disappearing, but because of what was being taken.
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These weren’t random snacks or plain food — they were all the premium items, the special treats, the things I’d carefully chosen and looked forward to enjoying.
Then the caviar disappeared. Not the cheap stuff either, the premium Osetra I’d splurged on for Samuel’s birthday. $200 worth of tiny black pearls, gone without a trace.
That was the final straw.
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Although it was out of character, the only logical explanation was that my husband had been snacking in secret. I had to confront him if I was ever going to get to the bottom of this mystery.
“Hey, babe,” I said one morning, trying to keep my voice casual. “Did you finish that box of Belgian truffles I bought last week?”
Samuel looked up from his coffee, forehead creasing. “What truffles?”
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My stomach did a weird little flip. “The ones on the top shelf of the pantry. Behind the cereal.”
“Haven’t touched them,” he said, taking another sip. “Didn’t even know we had any.”
I stared at him, searching his face for any sign he was joking. Samuel was many things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. If he said he hadn’t eaten the chocolates, he hadn’t eaten the chocolates.
Which meant either I was losing my mind, or someone else was helping themselves to our food!
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“Are you sure?” I pressed, my voice tighter now. “The caviar from your birthday is gone too. And that wine we were saving for our anniversary? The one from our trip to Napa?”
That got his attention. Samuel’s coffee cup froze halfway to his mouth. “The what? That stuff was expensive! And I was looking forward to opening it next month.”
“I know.” I crossed my arms, leaning against the counter. “And unless we’ve got a very sophisticated mouse with expensive taste, someone’s been in our kitchen!”
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I watched as the implications sank in.
Someone had been in our house. Multiple times. While we were sleeping? While we were at work? The thought sent a chill down my spine.
“Maybe we should set up some cameras?” Samuel suggested, his voice uncertain now. “Just to be safe?”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah. Maybe we should.”
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The camera was easy enough to hide: a small wireless one tucked behind some cookbooks on the kitchen shelf.
I positioned it carefully, making sure it had a clear view of both the pantry and the refrigerator. Then I waited, jumping every time my phone buzzed with a notification.
Two days later, I was at work when my phone buzzed with a motion alert.
I ducked into an empty conference room and pulled up the live feed.
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I’m not sure what I was expecting; a maintenance worker, a hungry, homeless person with expensive tastes, or… I don’t know, a very ambitious raccoon?
Instead, I watched in growing disbelief as my mother-in-law, Pamela, waltzed into our kitchen like she owned the place.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered, eyes glued to the screen.
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She moved with the confidence of someone completely at home, pulling out a wine glass, and helping herself to the expensive Bordeaux we’d been saving. She even knew where we kept the good cheese.
The way she moved through our kitchen; opening drawers without hesitation, and reaching for items without searching, told me this wasn’t her first solo visit to raid our kitchen. Not by a long shot.
But it was what happened next that made my blood run cold.
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Pamela didn’t leave after finishing her impromptu wine and cheese party. Instead, she strolled into the hallway and turned toward our bedroom.
The kitchen camera couldn’t show me what she was doing in there, but luckily, I’d placed additional cameras throughout the house, just in case.
I switched to the feed from the bedroom and nearly dropped my phone in shock.
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Pamela was slipping into my favorite dress. She then turned to admire herself in the mirror. Pamela wasn’t just stealing our luxury snacks, she was trying on my clothes!
But the worst was still to come.
My jaw dropped as I watched her go straight to my underwear drawer and start digging through my lingerie.
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She slipped my favorite dress off and tried on the satin and lace teddy I bought just last week.
WHAT THE HELL! Pamela hadn’t just overstepped the boundaries, she’d snapped them entirely.
But why? Pamela and I had always had a rocky relationship, but this was downright disturbing. And how did she even get into our house?
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The next day, I called in sick to work. I lurked in the hallway, determined to catch my thieving MIL in the act.
Right on schedule, at 2 p.m. Pamela let herself in.
I waited as she went through her now-familiar routine: wine, cheese, a little caviar for good measure.
Then she headed for the bedroom.
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The moment she started rifling through my closet, I stepped into the room to confront her.
“Enjoying yourself?” I asked.
Pamela screamed, spinning around so fast she nearly toppled over. “Christine! I — I was just—”
“Just what?” I kept my voice eerily calm, even as rage boiled under my skin. “Just breaking into our house? Just eating our food? Just trying on my underwear?”
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She blushed, but instead of shame, I saw indignation in her eyes.
“I was checking to make sure your wardrobe still suited you! As Samuel’s mother, I have a responsibility—”
“To what? Make sure your son’s wife dresses to your standards?” I crossed my arms. “Where did you get a key?”
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“Samuel gave it to me!” she shot back. “He said I could stop by anytime!”
I almost laughed. “Really? That’s interesting, considering he’s been just as confused as I was about the missing food.”
Something flickered across her face… fear, maybe? But it was quickly replaced by that familiar self-righteous expression I’d grown to hate over the years.
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“Get out, Pamela.” I took her by the elbow and marched her to the door. “And give me the key!”
She pulled herself away from me and glared at me like I was something nasty she’d just scraped off her shoe. “This is my son’s house, too, Christine. And I’ll drop by whenever I like!”
She stormed off then, her nose in the air. But it was clear this was far from over.
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That night, I showed Samuel the footage. His face went from confused to horrified to furious in the span of 30 seconds.
“I never gave her a key,” he said when I asked him about it, his voice tight with anger. “How the hell did she get one?”
We got our answer the next morning when Pamela showed up, acting like nothing had happened.
Samuel blocked the doorway. “Mom. Where did you get the key?”
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She blinked innocently. “Oh, that? I just made a copy! For emergencies, you know.”
“Emergencies,” I repeated flatly. “Like emergency wine drinking? Emergency dress-up sessions with my clothes?”
Pamela looked sadly at Samuel. “Well, maybe if you spoiled your Mommy with more delicious food and bought me the beautiful clothes you buy for your wife, I wouldn’t have been so curious.”
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I’d had enough. It was time to end this.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to give us back every copy of that key you made.”
She scoffed. “And what if I don’t?”
Samuel dropped a brand-new lock set on the table. “Then you’ll be wasting your time trying to break into a house you can’t get into anymore.”
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Pamela stood there, her face twisting with barely contained rage. Then she yanked a key from her purse and slammed it onto the counter. “Fine! But don’t expect me to help you when you need me!”
I couldn’t help but smirk. “Oh, we never did.”
She stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the windows. She spent the next few weeks sulking, refusing to apologize or even acknowledge what she’d done wrong.
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Samuel got the brunt of it as she bombarded him with texts and calls about how unreasonable I was being, and how he’d regret this if we had an emergency.
But he didn’t let her manipulate her way back into our lives.
I changed the locks that same day. Now, every time I open my fully stocked fridge or slip into an unworn dress, I smile, knowing my home is finally, truly mine again.
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And if Pamela wants to know what I’m wearing or eating these days? Well, she’ll just have to use her imagination.
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Days Before Wedding, Millionaire’s Daughter Disguises As Homeless to Test Her Wealthy Fiancé — Story of the Day
Ava unexpectedly falls for the man her parents arranged for her to marry. But when unsettling rumors about him surface days before their wedding, she devises a test to uncover his true intentions.
Ava caught her breath as she gazed at Walter, the man her parents had arranged for her to meet. He rose from his seat, impeccably dressed in a sleek suit that showcased his athletic build, his blue eyes sparkling under the elegant lighting.
Ava’s heart fluttered as he smiled and helped her to her seat.
“Ava, meet Walter, my son,” his mother said.
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“What do you think?” whispered Ava’s mother, Hilda, noticing her daughter’s reddened cheeks.
The families sat at a grand dining table in a restaurant, the air filled with apprehension and anticipation. Ava, initially resistant to this arranged meeting, found herself unexpectedly drawn to Walter. His gentlemanly demeanor throughout the dinner and subsequent meetings only deepened her admiration for him.
So a few weeks later, when he went down on one knee and proposed, she didn’t think twice before saying yes.
“I’ll marry you!” she exclaimed as Walter slid a diamond ring onto her finger.
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The wedding was set, and with only a few weeks to go, Ava and her friend Hillary went to a boutique to pick a wedding dress for Ava’s special day.
They had just gotten there and were waiting to be attended to when they heard two women whispering in the background.
At first, Ava tried not to pay attention, but with how loud they were, it was impossible not to hear a few words, especially when she heard Walter’s name.
“You mean Walter, the blue-eyed playboy, is getting married?” one woman whispered incredulously.
“Apparently, his parents found him a millionaire’s daughter,” another woman added.
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Ava desperately wanted to continue listening but was interrupted when one of the attendants approached her since it was her turn.
“You heard those people talking in the lobby, didn’t you?” Hillary asked as they followed the attendant.
“Do you know how many Walters there are in this state?” Ava replied, dismissing the rumors. She was convinced her Walter was different.
An hour later, Ava drove to Walter’s mansion. The recent rain had left the roads wet, and as she approached his mansion, she noticed a group of homeless people huddled by the roadside, trying to keep dry.
\Ava slowed her car to avoid splashing water on them and rolled down her window to offer them some money, only to be taken aback after hearing their conversation.
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“That rich guy in the red car splashed water on us! All that money has gone to his head! And that money isn’t his, I bet! It’s his parents’!” grumbled a bearded man.
“With his handsome looks, he thinks he can do anything,” a woman added bitterly.
Shocked and confused, Ava rolled up her window and drove into Walter’s estate, wondering if they were discussing him. She had seen his compassionate side, like his charity work, but she now doubted if it was just for show.
\As she entered his house using the spare key she always had, she was stunned to hear him yelling on the phone.
“Get them out of here! I want all of them gone!” he bellowed, his face contorted with anger.
His tone suddenly softened when he turned around and spotted her.
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“I don’t want to see those beggars suffer in this rain. Find them a place, now!” he commanded, hanging up.
“Ava!” He smiled and approached her. “I saw some homeless people in the rain. It broke my heart, so I was arranging shelter for them,” he explained. Ava didn’t know what to say and nodded. Throughout the evening, she acted like everything was fine, but it wasn’t.
Their wedding was in a week, after which Walter was to be appointed as the director of one of her father’s charity organizations.
As Ava reached home, she discussed everything with Hillary and devised a plan to test Walter’s true character.
“Why not hire a private investigator?” Hillary suggested. “Isn’t that easier than hiring an actor? What if it doesn’t work?”
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“It will. People let down their guard easily around strangers, and this particular actor I hired is pretty good,” Ava explained.
The next day, they met at Walter’s favorite café, concealing their faces under big hats.
“Aren’t you worried Walter might get angry if he finds out?” Hillary asked cautiously.
“He won’t know if all goes well,” Ava reassured her, waiting for Walter’s arrival. She’d already texted him and set her plan in motion. Babe, can you get me a coffee from your favorite place? I’ll be waiting at your office, she’d written.Later, she would text him that she couldn’t make it due to some work.
As Walter entered the café, Ava watched him closely. Dressed in a white sweater and black pants, Walter attracted admiring glances as he ordered. Ava’s heart swelled with pride, but she was anxious about the actor she’d hired to test him.
“I hope everything goes well,” she murmured to Hillary.
As Walter waited, a disheveled man, the actor Ava had hired, approached the counter. Walter was disgusted and stepped aside, allowing the man to order first.
“He’s so nice,” Ava whispered, unaware of Walter’s true intentions.
“Yeah, surprising,” Hillary said despite her doubts about Walter’s character.
Walter paid for the man’s bread and coffee, masking his frustration, all because he wanted the smelly, poor man to leave as soon as possible.
The situation escalated when the man accidentally spilled coffee on Walter’s sweater. Walter’s anger flared, but he caught a glimpse of someone familiar in the space and restrained himself.
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“I’m s-sorry, sir,” the man stammered, tears streaming down his face.
Walter, boiling inside, forced a smile. “Ah, no worries! It’s just clothes, nothing more. You can get more food at the counter; I’ll pay,” he offered, leading the man to the counter while vigorously typing on his phone, trying to send a quick message to his friend.
Ava watched from a distance and was proud of Walter’s kindness. “He’s the man I thought he was,” she said to Hillary, who wasn’t entirely convinced.
Soon, Walter stepped outside, walking side by side with the beggar, who walked beside him with a smile. They had just rounded a corner when he grabbed the man’s shirt and whispered harshly in his ears. “Say a word of this to Ava, and you’ll regret it,” he warned, tossing his hot coffee at the man before walking away.
Meanwhile, Ava dropped him the text, thinking she was a fool to doubt him. “See, I told you he’s a nice guy,” she told Hillary.
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Walter scowled as he read her message and drove home. He knew Ava suspected something. In desperation, he called Brandon, his trusted friend, for advice.
Meanwhile, Joe, the actor hired by Ava to test Walter, brushed off his coffee-soaked clothes. Feeling the soreness on his neck from Walter’s grip, he skipped contacting his client and headed home.
At Walter’s house, the atmosphere was tense. “She knows!” Walter yelled.
“Calm down. What does she know exactly?” Brandon inquired, pouring wine for his friend.
Walter explained Ava’s test and his fear of her suspicions.
“Spend more money on those charity galas she likes. There’s barely a week to the wedding, and all you have to do is persevere until then,” Brandon instructed him, and Walter listened with rapt attention.
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That night, after Ava got home, she spent hours talking to Walter on the phone, convinced that he was the only person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
“I love you, too,” she whispered into the phone after saying her goodbyes before hanging up.
Two days before the wedding, Ava went alone to pick up her dress. Unexpectedly, a woman blocked her path. “You’re Ava, right? The one marrying Walter?” the woman asked bluntly.
“Yes, I am. I love him,” Ava replied, assuming the woman was one of Walter’s exes.
“Don’t marry him. He’s not who you think he is,” the woman warned gravely before leaving.
Ava went after her, but the woman got into her car and drove away.
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Puzzled and concerned, Ava could only wonder about the woman’s motives as she picked up her wedding dress. She decided to call Joe, the actor she had hired to test Walter, for any insights.
She had paid him for his work but hadn’t heard from him ever since his act at the cafe. She didn’t think much about it then because she was convinced Walter was really a kind and caring man. Joe didn’t answer her first calls, and when he finally did, he urgently warned her to stay away from Walter before abruptly hanging up.
Confused and alarmed, Ava pondered Joe’s reaction and decided to test Walter herself, this time without any intermediaries. She planned to disguise herself as a homeless person and approach Walter to see his true character.
Dressed in old, smelly clothes and a dirty scarf, Ava waited for Walter at a fancy restaurant where they were supposed to meet. She approached him in the parking lot, asking for help in her beggar disguise.
Remembering Brandon’s advice to maintain a good public image, Walter reluctantly gave her some money and walked away.
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Seeing his ‘kindness,’ Ava couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for not trusting him. Entering the restaurant, she instantly headed straight towards him, trying to grab his arm as she called his name.
“Wal—” she began, but the words had barely left her mouth when she felt a brutal, stinging force against her face.
Walter slapped her.
“I-I’m a woman,” Ava stuttered in shock, not knowing what else to say as she watched Walter glare at her with hostile and unfamiliar eyes.
“You stinking witch! The only reason I didn’t slap you before was that we were in public. How dare you follow me!” Walter yelled. “You poverty-stricken set of beggars, I hate your kind the most!”
Walter had been holding in his emotions for a while, and seeing the utterly empty restaurant felt like a grand opportunity to take out his emotions on the beggar who DARED to almost touch him.
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“I’ve been going around with a kind look just because I’m trying to get a woman to marry me, and you think you can take advantage of that? Get out, or I’ll slap you again!” Walter continued yelling, and Ava could tell that he meant every word.
Touching her face, she felt it burn as her eyes stung from both the pain and the realization that Walter was nothing like the man she fell in love with.
As he demanded security to remove her, Ava removed her disguise, revealing her true identity.
“It’s me, Ava,” she finally said, her heart breaking.
His face turned pale. “A-Ava? How could you deceive me like this? Was this all a trap, a test? I thought you loved me. I thought you trusted me,” he stammered, trying to turn things around.
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But Ava just shook her head and smirked.
“The wedding is off, loser!” she declared before leaving.
Months later, Ava’s parents arranged another match for her. She met Brandon, a seemingly calm and gentlemanly figure.
“My name is Brandon. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me!” He greeted her with a charming smile.
I guess looks can be highly deceiving, Ava thought. Through the private investigator Ava had hired, she knew this man was more deadly than Walter. She smiled at him, deciding to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
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