My MIL Left the House Every Thursday & Returned Smelling Terribly — I Went Pale When I Discovered Why

They say you never really know someone until you’ve lived with them. I thought I knew my mother-in-law, but everything changed when I decided to follow her. What I uncovered wasn’t just a secret; it was a ticking time bomb that threatened the peace of our home.

I used to think my life was predictable, with its comforting routine. I worked as a freelance graphic designer, which gave me the flexibility to be home most days while still bringing in a decent income.

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A woman working on her laptop from home | Source: Midjourney

Xander, my husband, worked long hours at his law firm, so I often had the house to myself. It was peaceful until my mother-in-law, Cordelia, moved in three months ago.

After her husband passed away, she called us one night, her voice trembling.

“Olive, dear… I don’t know how to do this on my own,” she’d sobbed over the phone. “The house is so empty, so lonely… I just need to be around my family.”

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An extremely sad senior woman talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at Xander, and he nodded, looking concerned. We agreed to let Cordelia move in; it felt like the right thing to do for a grieving woman who’d just lost her partner of 40 years. But from the start, something felt off.

Cordelia had always been a little strange, but now her behavior was unpredictable. Every Thursday, she would leave early in the morning and return late in the evening, her clothes carrying a terrible stench: something rotten and damp, like decay. It lingered, clinging to the air and making me question what she was really up to.

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A woman looks thoughtful and curious while sitting at home | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, where were you today?” Xander asked her one Thursday evening as she shuffled into the kitchen, her eyes avoiding ours. I stood by the stove, pretending to stir a pot of soup, trying not to wrinkle my nose at the smell.

“Oh, just out with some old friends,” she said, waving a hand dismissively, her smile tight and unconvincing.

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A senior woman forces a smile while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

“Every Thursday?” I asked, keeping my tone casual. “That must be some social circle.”

She glanced at me, her eyes lingering a moment too long, then shrugged. “We like to meet regularly. It’s good for the soul, you know, catching up with old friends.”

But that smell — it was like she’d been crawling through a sewer. The scent lingered long after she’d passed, a pungent blend of garbage and something wet and decayed. I could feel my curiosity gnawing at me, the way you can’t help but poke at a sore tooth.

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A curious woman standing in the kitchen and looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

One Wednesday night, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Xander,” I whispered, nudging him awake. “Are you seriously buying that story?”

He blinked sleepily. “What story?”

“Your mom’s ‘out with old friends’ story,” I replied. “Every Thursday? And that smell… it’s not normal.”

He sighed. “Maybe she’s just grieving in her own way, Olive. People cope differently.”

I felt my jaw tighten. “And what way is that? Dumpster diving?”

He chuckled softly, half-asleep, “Let it go, love. It’s probably nothing.”

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A man chuckles softly while lying in bed at night | Source: Midjourney

But it didn’t feel like “nothing.” It felt like a secret, and I needed to know.

The next Thursday, I called in sick and decided to follow her. I waited by the window, peeking through the blinds like some kind of amateur detective. Cordelia left the house at her usual time, dressed in her oversized coat, clutching her handbag tightly.

I kept a safe distance as she walked down the street, turning left at the end and then another left into an alley I didn’t even know existed. My heart pounded in my chest as I tailed her.

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A woman is out on the street, looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

She stopped at the corner and looked around like she was checking for someone or something.

“Where are you going, Cordelia?” I whispered, more curious than ever.

I was expecting something harmless, maybe even laughable, like an old ladies’ knitting club or maybe a bingo night in a creepy basement. But what I found inside was nothing like that.

Cordelia didn’t meet up with friends. Instead, she made her way through the shadiest part of town, slipping into an old, run-down building that looked like it could collapse at any moment.

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A senior woman standing outside an old building | Source: Midjourney

I hesitated outside, the walls covered in graffiti and the windows boarded up, but I took a deep breath and followed her inside. The air was thick with smoke, the kind that sticks to your skin, and the room was filled with the low hum of murmurs and distant laughter.

That’s when I saw it: a hidden, illegal casino tucked away in the back, reeking of stale smoke and the sour smell of desperation. The dimly lit room was filled with flashing lights and the sounds of poker chips clinking filled the air.

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Stacks of poker chips on a table | Source: Pexels

And there, in the middle of it all, was my mother-in-law. Not just “hanging out with friends,” but gambling away every penny she could get her hands on, her eyes fixed on the cards in front of her, her hands trembling with each bet she placed.

I stayed in the shadows, barely breathing, watching her play hand after hand. She looked different, haggard, almost like she was wearing the weight of every decision she’d ever made. Her lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying over the noise.

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A grayscale photo of a senior woman sitting in a casino with gambling chips lying on her table | Source: Midjourney

I saw her lose money, win a little, then lose it all again. She seemed almost possessed, her fingers shaking as she reached for the chips, her face lined with a mixture of desperation and obsession.

I wanted to pull her out of there, to grab her by the arm and drag her home, but I couldn’t move. I felt frozen, glued to the spot. I needed to see how far she would go. She didn’t leave until late in the evening, and when she finally did, she looked exhausted.

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A senior woman looks exhausted while sitting in a casino | Source: Midjourney

Her eyes were glazed over, and her shoulders slumped like she was carrying the weight of her losses on her back.

I waited until she turned the corner before I followed, keeping my distance. As we walked back, I felt a wave of anger and pity twisting in my stomach. What had she gotten herself into? And why hadn’t she told us?

The next morning, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. At breakfast, I set my coffee cup down a little too hard. “Cordelia, where were you yesterday?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

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A woman looks serious while standing in the kitchen and looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

She barely looked up from her cereal. “With friends, like I told you.”

“Stop lying, Cordelia,” I snapped. “I followed you. I know where you were.”

Her spoon clattered against the bowl, and she went pale. “You… you followed me?”

Xander looked between us, confused. “What’s going on?”

“She wasn’t with friends, Xander,” I said, my gaze fixed on her. “She was at an illegal casino, gambling. And from the looks of it, she’s been doing it for a while.”

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A senior woman gambling in a casino | Source: Midjourney

Cordelia’s face crumpled, and she broke down. “I… I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’ve lost everything… everything. I had nowhere else to go. That’s why I begged you to let me stay. I was ashamed, and I didn’t know how to tell you…”

Xander’s face turned a deep shade of red. “You mean to tell me you’ve been lying to us this whole time? Using us?”

“I didn’t mean to!” she cried. “I didn’t know how to stop. I thought maybe… maybe I could win it all back.”

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A grayscale photo of a senior woman looking sad and desperate | Source: Midjourney

I felt a pang of guilt, but it was overshadowed by the anger boiling inside me. “You’ve been draining us, Cordelia. We took you in because we cared, not so you could feed your addiction.”

She looked at me, her face streaked with tears. “I know, I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll change. Just… don’t throw me out. Please.”

That night, Xander and I lay in bed, unable to sleep. “We have to do something,” I whispered. “We can’t just let her keep doing this.”

Xander sighed deeply. “What do you suggest, Olive? Tough love?”

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A man looking at his wife while sitting in bed at night | Source: Midjourney

I nodded. “Exactly. If she’s not going to stop on her own, then we’ll have to make her stop.”

The following Thursday, I handed her a large sum of cash, more than she had seen in one place since she’d moved in with us. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I saw that familiar spark of greed.

“Go ahead,” I said, forcing a smile. “Take this and do whatever you want with it.”

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A woman forcing a smile while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

She hesitated for just a second before snatching the money and stuffing it into her purse.

“Thank you, Olive,” she murmured, her voice shaking, but she didn’t meet my eyes. And then she was gone, practically running out the door.

Xander stood behind me, his arms crossed. “Are you sure about this?”

“Trust me,” I replied. “She won’t get far.”

Earlier that day, I had made a few calls, and by the time Cordelia reached the casino, the place was swarming with undercover cops. The raid went down right as she was about to hand over the cash.

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Two cops standing in a casino | Source: Midjourney

I wasn’t there to see it, but I could imagine the look on her face: shock, maybe a little betrayal, as they caught her red-handed, along with the owners of the illegal casino.

That evening, the phone rang. It was the police. “Mrs. Fields?” the officer said. “We have your mother-in-law in custody.”

“We know,” I replied calmly. “And we’re not bailing her out. You should know she’s been struggling with a gambling addiction. We want her to get help.”

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A woman talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney

The officer seemed taken aback but eventually agreed to include our statement in the report. The judge showed no mercy; Cordelia was sentenced to mandatory rehabilitation and a hefty fine.

Months later, when she was released from rehab, Cordelia looked different. She seemed smaller, more fragile. She stood in our doorway, wringing her hands.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice raw. “I know I hurt you both, and I’m ready to make it right. I want to rebuild my life.”

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A senior woman looks sad and ashamed | Source: Midjourney

Xander and I exchanged a look. He stepped forward, his expression soft but firm.

“We’re willing to give you another chance, Mom,” he said, “but on our terms. We’ve found you a modest apartment nearby. We’ll cover the rent, but only if you keep your word and attend your support group meetings.”

Cordelia nodded eagerly, tears in her eyes. “I will. I swear. Thank you… thank you for giving me a chance.”

As we watched her walk away to her new home, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope mixed with the fear of another betrayal.

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A woman looks hopeful and a bit fearful while standing outside her house and looking at something | Source: Midjourney

We’d done all we could, and the rest was up to her. The ball was in her court, and only time would tell if she could truly change.

But when Natasha starts to see a change in Marlene’s behavior, she begins to get worried about the old woman. Eventually, when the truth is revealed, Natasha doesn’t know what to do.

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Two women cooking together | Source: Pexels

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.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

While Preparing for My Niece’s Christening, I Met the Man of My Dreams, but I Never Expected How It Would End — Story of the Day

While preparing for my niece’s christening, I met a man different from anyone I had ever known. He was kind, thoughtful, and impossible not to like. But he had made a choice long before we met, one that stood between us. I never imagined how it would all end—or how much it would change me.

I stood in front of Sarah’s house, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. That day, we were finalizing the details for Ellie’s christening, something Sarah had been stressing about for weeks.

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I rang the doorbell and waited. Nothing. I rang it again. Still nothing. Frowning, I tried the handle—it turned easily. The door was unlocked.

Stepping inside, I was immediately hit by a wall of noise. Ellie’s wails filled the house, high-pitched and relentless.

Sarah was darting back and forth, juggling bottles and stuffed animals with the frantic energy of someone running on two hours of sleep. Mark stood nearby, hands hovering uselessly as he attempted to soothe Ellie.

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Silently, I slipped into the kitchen, grabbed a mug, and poured myself some coffee.

A moment later, Sarah rushed into the kitchen, her hair a mess, her face flushed. Her eyes widened.

“Oh, God! You scared me!” she gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. “How long have you been standing there?”

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“A while,” I said, taking another sip of coffee.

She frowned. “You could have helped, you know.”

I leaned against the counter. “I’m here for moral support.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

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Just then, the doorbell rang. Sarah straightened, her whole demeanor changing. “Oh, that must be him!” she said, hurrying toward the door.

At least she heard this doorbell.

Curious, I followed her. As I stepped into the hallway, I saw a man standing at the entrance. A very attractive man. Very attractive.

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Sarah smirked. “Claire, are you done with your coffee?”

“Something like that,” I said, my eyes still on him.

Sarah gestured toward him. “Then I’d like to introduce you. Claire, this is Father Nathan. He’ll be christening Ellie.”

I blinked. “Father?” I looked him up and down. No collar. No robe. “Where’s your—” I made a circle around my neck.

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“I’m allowed to wear regular clothes,” he said, amused.

I crossed my arms. “You don’t look like a priest.”

“Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, still smiling.

“You should,” I said.

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Sarah clapped her hands together. “Alright, let’s go over the details.”

We all moved into the living room. I sat at the far end, keeping my distance from the baby. She made me nervous.

All babies did. Sarah and Mark discussed the ceremony, asking Nathan about traditions and schedules. I tuned most of it out.

“So, what do you do?” Nathan asked, turning to me.

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“Oh, I own an art supply store,” I said.

“You’re an artist?”

“No, but I sell materials for artists. Without me, they’d be nothing,” I said.

He laughed. A real, warm laugh.

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For the first time all day, I felt seen. The meeting went on, but Nathan and I kept talking. Jokes, small talk, teasing. It felt easy. Familiar.

When we were both in the entryway, getting ready to leave, he asked, “Why aren’t you the godmother?”

“Babies scare me. And kids.”

“Oh, I understand. Me too.”

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“But you’re—”

“These will be my first christenings. I just hope I don’t forget that babies can’t swim,” he said.

I laughed. “That’s an honest answer.”

“Lying is a sin. And He sees everything,” Nathan said, pointing to the ceiling. He hesitated, then added, “I’d love to see you at church sometime.”

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I swallowed. “Oh, I wouldn’t call myself particularly religious.”

“Well, if you ever feel like it, I’ll be there,” he said.

And I don’t know why, but I listened to him.

That Sunday, I found myself sitting in a wooden pew, surrounded by families, older couples, and a few scattered individuals like me.

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The church smelled of candle wax and old books. I folded my hands in my lap, unsure what to do.

Nathan spoke with ease, his voice warm, his words thoughtful. He told stories, made people laugh, yet never lost the meaning behind his sermon. People seemed to like him—and oh, how I understood why.

Nathan was impossible not to like.

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After the service, I walked toward him.

“So, you actually came,” Nathan said, smiling.

I nodded. “Yeah. It was… different. In a good way.”

“Glad to hear that. I try not to make people fall asleep.” He grinned.

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“Well, you kept me awake,” I said.

“Would you like some coffee or tea?” he asked.

“I’d love some,” I said, and he led me to his… office? I wasn’t sure what they were called.

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That day, we talked for hours. The conversation flowed so easily—about faith, the church, people, and life in general.

Nathan listened without judgment, spoke with honesty, and made me think in ways I hadn’t before.

I felt more comfortable with him than I had with anyone in a long time. That should have been a good thing, but it wasn’t.

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He was a priest. And it killed me to know that he was a priest—that I could never have a real relationship with him.

Still, I kept coming back. Almost every day, we found something new to talk about.

One day, we sat on a park bench, the sun warm against my skin. Talking to Nathan felt easy, natural.

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“You can’t get married. What would you do if you liked someone?” I asked, glancing at him.

He smirked. “I’d invite her to my services, talk to her, agree to christen her niece, and hope she leaves me alone.”

I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up. “And if you fell in love with someone?”

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Nathan’s smile faded. He let out a slow breath. “The path I chose requires me to devote my life and love to God.”

I swallowed hard. “I could never do that.”

Nathan turned toward me. “That’s why talking to you is good for me. You challenge me. You make me question things.”

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His eyes met mine. My heart pounded. And then, without thinking, I kissed him.

For a moment, he kissed me back. Warm. Certain. Then, suddenly, he pulled away, his face pale.

“No, this is wrong,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.” He stood up and walked away.

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I sat frozen, watching him disappear, feeling like I had just lost something I never really had.

The next day, my phone rang early. Sarah’s voice came through, shaky and rushed.

“Claire, he backed out! Nathan won’t do the christening. It’s tomorrow! What am I supposed to do?”

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I gripped the phone tighter. “What? Why?”

“He didn’t say. Just told Mark he couldn’t do it.”

I closed my eyes. I knew why. This was because of me. I tried to calm Sarah, but she was too upset.

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After hanging up, I went to the church. Nathan wasn’t there. No one knew where he was.

That evening, a knock at my door startled me. I opened it and froze. Nathan stood there, his expression unreadable.

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“Your sister gave me your address,” he said. His voice was quiet, but his eyes held something heavy.

I stepped aside. “Come in.”

He walked in, standing awkwardly in the middle of my living room. I crossed my arms. “Sarah is panicking. You need to do the christening.”

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Nathan sighed. “I already agreed. My conscience wouldn’t let me refuse.”

Relief flooded through me. “Good. Then why are you here?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking more unsure than I’d seen him. “I gave up a lot to have the life I have. Years of training, sacrifice, purpose. Then you showed up.” His eyes met mine. “And now, I doubt everything.”

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I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I pray, I work, I read, and it’s still you. It should be Him. My mind should be clear. It’s not.”

I stared at him, unable to speak. My throat tightened, my chest ached.

“Screw it,” Nathan muttered. Then, before I could react, he grabbed me and kissed me.

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I kissed him back without hesitation.

He stayed the night…If you know what I mean.

By morning, I stared at the ceiling, my heart pounding. I felt warm beside him, but my mind spun.

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“I can’t believe you actually did this,” I said, barely above a whisper.

Nathan sat up, rubbing his face. “Neither can I.”

We both knew what this meant.

It was the day of the christening. Nathan dressed quickly, avoiding my eyes.

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He muttered something about needing to be at the church early. Then he was gone.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the empty space where he had been. My heart felt heavy, but I pushed the feeling down.

I got ready, put on a simple dress, and drove to the church.

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The ceremony went perfectly. Nathan spoke with warmth and confidence, his voice steady, his smile easy. No one would have guessed he was struggling.

Afterward, Sarah and Mark hosted a celebration. Laughter filled the house, food covered the table, and everyone seemed happy.

Nathan and I left at the same time. We didn’t plan it, but suddenly, we were standing outside together, alone.

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The air between us was thick with unspoken words. I knew this was it. The moment I had been dreading.

“You did well today,” I said. My voice was even, but I felt unsteady.

“Thanks.” Nathan wouldn’t look at me.

I exhaled slowly. “It’s not going to be me, is it?” My voice wavered. “It’s going to be Him.

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He finally met my eyes. “…Yeah.”

I let out a small, sad laugh. My vision blurred. “The funniest part of all this? I love you.”

Nathan pulled me into a tight hug, his arms lingering before he let go.

“This won’t last forever,” he murmured.

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I forced a smile. “So… see you Sunday at mass?”

Nathan chuckled, though his eyes were sad. “Yeah. But seriously? You’re banned from my services for life.”

He turned, hesitated, then looked back.

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“I love you too.”

Then he walked away.

And that was the last time I ever saw him.

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