When April’s husband dies, she loses more than just the love of her life. She loses her home. Forced to sleep in the garage while her cruel mother-in-law, Judith, takes everything, April has no choice but to endure. But when Judith falls gravely ill, she comes begging for help. Will April choose revenge… or forgiveness?
I used to believe that love could protect me from anything. That my husband, James, would always be there to catch me if I fell.
When he asked me to leave my career in finance to be a stay-at-home mom, he promised I’d never have to worry about anything. I loved him, so I agreed.
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We had twin baby girls, Grace and Ella, who became our entire world.
And then, he died.
The call came on a gray afternoon. James had been rushing home from a business trip, eager to see us. The roads were slick, and his car skidded off the highway. The officer on the phone kept talking, saying things like instant impact and no suffering.
But all I heard was the sound of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears.
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The days blurred. The funeral came and went. I clung to my daughters, to the last voicemail James had left me, replaying it just to hear his voice.
I thought losing him was the worst thing that could ever happen to me.
I was wrong.
I had spent hours at the cemetery after the funeral. I had just wanted a few more moments with my husband before I went back to reality.
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Judith, my mother-in-law, had taken the girls home.
“We’ll talk when you get back,” she said. “I’ll get the twins bathed and settled in.”
When I returned home from the funeral, Judith was waiting for me.
She sat in the living room, her back straight, hands folded in her lap, staring at me with that same cold, calculated look she always had.
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“This house belongs to me, April,” she said. “I let James and you live here, but now, I’m taking it back.”
My breath caught. I felt like someone had just pushed me.
“Judith, I…”
I thought I misheard her.
“What?”
She exhaled sharply, as if already bored of the conversation.
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“James never changed the deed,” she said. “I gave him the option after the twins were born, but he never followed through. So the house is still in my name. You can stay. But you’ll sleep in the garage.”
I stared at her, searching for a flicker of humanity. Some sign that she was speaking out in grief, that she would take it back any second now.
But she didn’t.
She just sat there, waiting for me to break.
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She wanted me to beg her. I knew she did.
I looked at my daughters, their big, innocent, and sleepy eyes watching me from the couch. They had already lost their father. I couldn’t let them lose their home, too.
So, I agreed.
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The garage smelled like oil and rust. At night, the cold crept through the thin camping mat and duvet I slept on. The cold seeped into my bones every night. When it got too unbearable, I curled up in the backseat of the car, my arms wrapped around myself for warmth.
I told myself it was temporary.
James had left money for us, but legal things took time. And I just had to be patient. Because until the lawyer finalized everything, I had nothing.
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No job, no access to our accounts, nowhere to go.
And even if I had someone to call, I couldn’t imagine saying the words out loud. The shame would have choked me.
I existed in silence. I only stepped into the house to cook and eat with the girls. To do their laundry and kiss them goodnight. I moved around my own home like a stranger.
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Now, even a month later, Judith barely acknowledged me. Why would she, anyway? She had won.
One afternoon, I was sitting in the living room with my girls. The crayons rolled across the coffee table, scattering in every direction. Grace and Ella sat cross-legged on the floor, their tiny hands gripping their colors of choice, faces scrunched in deep concentration.
“I’m drawing Daddy’s eyes blue!” Grace said, pressing hard into the paper. “Like the ocean.”
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Ella tilted her head, studying her drawing.
“Mine is smiling. Daddy always smiled,” she said, a smile creeping onto her face.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat.
“He did,” I murmured.
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The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken things. The only sounds were the scratch of crayon against the paper and the occasional shuffle of tiny feet against the rug.
I ran my fingers along the edge of a blank sheet, willing myself to keep it together.
Then, Ella spoke.
“Mommy?”
I looked up.
“Yeah, baby? What’s wrong?”
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She hesitated, chewing her bottom lip.
“Why do you sleep in the garage?”
My hands stilled.
Grace looked up too, her expression open and trusting. It was the same expression James would have on his face when he wanted the girls to tell him about their nightmares.
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“Yeah,” she said. “Grandma sleeps in your bed. Why don’t you sleep there?”
A sharp, twisting pain settled in my chest.
I forced a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind Ella’s ear.
“Because sometimes grown-ups have to make hard decisions, baby girls. It’s not always nice, but there’s always a bigger reason.”
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Ella frowned. I could see thoughts formulating in her head.
“But you’re Daddy’s wife,” she said simply.
The words knocked the air from my lungs.
“I am,” I whispered. “I am Daddy’s wife, yes.”
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Grace blinked up at me, waiting. I hadn’t realized that my girls were holding onto these thoughts.
“Then why doesn’t Grandma get the big bed?”
I opened my mouth, but no words came.
A creak sounded from the hallway. I glanced up, and there, just beyond the corner…
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Stood Judith.
She wasn’t watching me. She was watching them.
Her hands gripped the doorframe, her face pale, her lips pressed into a thin line. For the first time, she looked like a woman who had made a terrible mistake.
But she didn’t say a word.
She just stood there, listening. And when I didn’t answer my daughters, she turned and walked away.
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And then, one night, there was a knock at the garage door. I opened it to find Judith standing there.
But she wasn’t the same woman who had banished me. For the first time in a long time, I looked at her.
Her usually pristine hair was unkempt, the gray streaks more pronounced. Her face, always so rigid with control, was pale and sunken. Her lips were dry and cracked.
And her hands… her hands trembled uncontrollably.
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I frowned.
Had she always been this thin? I cooked every day, making sure that there was more than enough food for all four of us. Had Judith not been eating?
She swallowed hard, and when she spoke, her voice cracked.
“April, please.”
I said nothing.
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She blinked rapidly, as if trying to hold back tears.
“I made a terrible mistake.”
I waited.
She exhaled shakily, then whispered.
“I’m sick…” she said.
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Her lips pressed together, and for the first time, I saw something I had never seen in her before.
Fear.
I should’ve felt vindicated. I should have relished the moment she stood before me, desperate and vulnerable. But all I felt was exhaustion.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice hollow.
Her hands tightened into fists at her sides.
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“The doctors say it’s bad. And I can’t stop thinking that maybe… maybe this is my punishment.”
I crossed my arms. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“For what? For throwing your widowed daughter-in-law into a garage?”
She flinched, as if I had slapped her.
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“For everything, April. For the way I treated you, darling. For the way I pushed people away.”
Silence stretched between us.
Then, she reached into her coat and pulled out a stack of papers.
“I transferred the house to you and the girls, April,” she said. “It’s yours now. Officially. As it always should have been.”
“Why?” My stomach clenched.
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“Because I have no one else.”
I stared at the papers in my hands. This is what I had been waiting for, proof that I never had to beg. That I never had to fear being thrown away again.
But Judith’s face was lined with regret. And in that moment, I saw her not as my personal tormentor but as a woman who had finally realized the weight of her own cruelty.
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I stepped inside.
“Come inside,” I said.
Her breath hitched.
“Oh, it’s cold in here,” she said.
“I know, but you get used to it,” I replied.
For the first time, the woman who had once looked at me like I was nothing let herself cry.
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The guest room still didn’t feel like hers. I could see it. The way she moved around it, like a stranger, making sure that everything was in the exact same spot it had been.
Judith sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, hands folded in her lap, staring at the cup of tea I had placed on the nightstand.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across her face, making her look small somehow.
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It was the first night since I had moved back into the house, with Judith moving into the guest room. Everything felt… strange.
And I wasn’t sure how I felt to be in the same room that James and I had shared for so long. But I was just grateful to be back inside.
Now, I sat across from Judith, pulling my legs up onto the chair, cradling my own mug between my hands.
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The silence stretched, thick and uneasy but not hostile.
She was the one who broke it.
“I have cancer,” she said quietly. “Stage three.”
I exhaled slowly. We both knew it was serious, but hearing the words still sent a strange, sinking feeling through my chest.
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“I don’t know what’s going to happen next,” she admitted.
Her hands trembled slightly as she traced the rim of her mug.
“I’m scared, April.”
“I know,” I said, nodding. “You’re not alone, though, Judith. I’m here. The twins are here for cuddles and laughs.”
“I don’t deserve you… after everything…”
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“Probably not,” I said, cutting her off before she could spiral into guilt. “But Grace and Ella love you. And whether you like it or not, you’re part of this family.”
Her throat bobbed, and she let out a shaky breath.
“James would want us to take care of each other.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “He would.”
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Judith exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over her face.
“God, I’m going to be eating so much damn soup, aren’t I?”
I snorted.
“Oh, absolutely! Soup, herbal tea, all the nutritious food you never wanted to touch before.”
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She made a face.
“Can’t we just pretend wine is medicinal?”
I laughed, and to my surprise, Judith laughed too.
It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t easy. But in that moment, I knew we were going to be okay.
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Because despite everything, we were family.
After that, I took Judith to every doctor appointment possible. I wanted to get back to work, but I figured that this was more important for the moment.
We had the money that James left behind, and we would use it until I got back into action.
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The doctor’s office smelled sterile, the antiseptic strong. Judith sat beside me, hands folded tightly in her lap, her knuckles bone-white.
Dr. Patel, a man in his fifties with kind eyes, adjusted his glasses and flipped through Judith’s chart.
“The biopsy confirms it’s stage three,” he said gently. “We need to start treatment as soon as possible. Chemo, radiation… It won’t be easy, but it’s still treatable.”
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Judith nodded stiffly, as if the diagnosis hadn’t just put a clock on her life.
I glanced at her, waiting for her to say something. She didn’t.
“Will she need surgery?” I asked, filling the silence.
The doctor gave a small nod.
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“Eventually, yes. But first, we focus on shrinking the tumor. This is going to be a long road.”
“I know,” Judith said, letting out a breath.
It was the first time I’d ever seen her look small.
“Do you have a support system? Family who can help?” he asked.
Judith hesitated.
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“She has us,” I said, my voice steady. “She won’t go through this alone.”
I reached out and covered her hand with mine. Judith’s fingers twitched beneath mine, like she wasn’t used to being held onto.
“Good, that makes all the difference,” the doctor said, smiling.
Judith didn’t speak the whole way home. But when we pulled into the driveway, she exhaled shakily.
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“Thank you, April. Thank you for being wonderful.”
“We’ll get through this,” I said.
For the first time, she nodded like she believed me.
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Woman Hated Her Mother-in-Law Until One Day When Her Life Was Turned Upside Down — Story of the Day
Mary’s marriage to Ed came with a price: his mother Scarlett who never hid her disdain. From wedding-day insults to constant criticism, Scarlett seemed set on making Mary’s life difficult. Tensions grew with each visit… until something even more shocking unfolded.
Mary and her husband, Ed, drove in silence toward his mother Scarlett’s house. Though they hadn’t arrived yet, Mary was already looking forward to the ride back. Scarlett, after all, simply despised her.
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At their wedding, Scarlett had even shown up wearing a veil; Mary had been grateful she hadn’t arrived in a full wedding dress. Scarlett was one of those mothers who couldn’t let go of her “little boy,” no matter how grown-up he was.
As they pulled into the driveway, Mary reluctantly stepped out, trailing behind Ed. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever latest insult Scarlett had in store.
Forcing a smile, she braced herself, hoping her expression would carry her through this visit. Scarlett opened the door with a wide grin and immediately wrapped her arms around Ed.
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“Oh, my baby! You’re finally here! I’ve missed you more than you know!” she exclaimed, holding him close.
“Mom, it’s only been a week,” Ed replied, easing himself out of her hug.
Scarlett gave Ed a brief look before turning her gaze to Mary, her expression shifting. “Well, Mary, I see you’ve gained a few pounds,” she said with a smirk.
Mary let out a quiet sigh, resisting the urge to respond. She forced a tight smile instead. “Good to see you too, Scarlett.”
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Dinner felt endless as Scarlett launched into her usual list of complaints. “Mary doesn’t know how to cook. She doesn’t work somewhere respectable. She doesn’t even know how to dress herself properly,” Scarlett declared, taking quick glances at Ed for support.
Mary gripped her fork tightly, biting her tongue. She knew any response would just add fuel to Scarlett’s fire. But then Scarlett said something that made Mary’s patience snap—words sharper than anything before.
Scarlett looked across the table, her eyes fixed on Mary. “Well,” she said slowly, “I think it’s high time you gave me a grandchild. Or maybe,” she added with a smirk, “Mary has… some issues?”
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Mary’s heart sank. They had been trying for a baby for six months with no success, and Scarlett’s words stung like salt in a wound. “How dare you!” Mary burst out. “Stop meddling in our lives! Maybe it’s your son who has the problem!”
Scarlett leaned back, eyes narrowing. “That’s absurd! My son is perfectly healthy, thank you very much. But you, Mary… who knows what you were up to before meeting Eddie?”
Mary’s face flushed with anger. “You’re a damn witch!” she shouted, her voice trembling. She turned to Ed, who hadn’t said a word. “Are you just going to sit there and let her say this?”
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Scarlett shot her son a pointed look. “Yes, Eddie, tell your crazy wife to show some respect,” she said, her tone mocking.
Ed shrugged, still scrolling through his phone. “Work it out yourselves.”
Scarlett leaned toward Mary, her voice low. “My neighbor mentioned herbal teas. She swears they help people like you.”
Mary opened her mouth to retort but felt a sudden wave of nausea. She clenched her stomach, forcing the words out. “Why don’t you… drink your own tea?”
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Unable to hold it back, Mary bolted to the bathroom. When she returned, still pale, she looked at Ed. “I want to go home.”
“Okay,” he said, barely glancing up.
Scarlett tilted her head, a fake look of concern crossing her face. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”
Mary’s eyes narrowed. “You probably poisoned me,” she muttered, too tired to argue further.
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On the way home, Mary’s mind raced. She had to know for sure. “Ed, can you stop at the pharmacy?” she asked quietly.
He sighed but pulled into the parking lot. She hurried inside, grabbed a pregnancy test, and paid quickly. Back at home, she went straight to the bathroom. She held her breath, waiting. Then, the results appeared—two lines. She gasped, feeling a rush of excitement and relief.
She rushed to show Ed, her face glowing. “Ed, we’re going to have a baby!”
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Ed glanced at the test, his expression unreadable. “Oh. That’s… good,” he mumbled, barely meeting her eyes.
Mary’s heart sank a little. She was overjoyed, but Ed’s reaction felt like a shadow over her happiness.
A few weeks had passed since Mary found out she was pregnant, and she was finally starting to adjust to the idea of becoming a mother. It was their first doctor’s appointment, and she was sitting on the bed, waiting for Ed to finish his shower so they could leave together.
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She hoped he’d show some excitement, but he seemed distant lately, preoccupied and withdrawn
As she waited, Ed’s phone buzzed beside her, lighting up with a message. Usually, she respected his privacy. But the way he’d been acting made her hesitate.
Without fully realizing it, she reached for his phone. She tried to unlock it and was surprised to find a passcode. She couldn’t remember him ever using one before. On a whim, she tried his birth date. The screen unlocked immediately.
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The message stared back at her: a picture of a half-dressed woman, smiling in a way that made her stomach twist. Below the picture, a message read, “Can’t wait to see you, baby.”
Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the conversation, each word feeling like a fresh betrayal. Ed had told this woman he was wealthy, a construction company owner—a far cry from his real job.
Heart pounding, she took screenshots, saving them on her phone as evidence of his lies and deceit.
When Ed came out of the bathroom, she was waiting, holding his phone. Her face was pale, her eyes filled with hurt and anger.
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“What is this?!” she shouted, thrusting the phone toward him.
His expression turned hard, and he grabbed the phone from her hand. “None of your business,” he snapped.
Mary’s voice rose, filled with pain. “None of my business? You’re cheating on me! And I’m pregnant, Ed—your pregnant wife!”
His eyes narrowed. “Maybe you’re the one cheating on me,” he shot back, a sneer forming on his face. “How do I even know this baby’s mine?”
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Mary felt her whole world spin. “Are you serious? We’ve been trying for six months. Now you’re saying this?” Her voice broke.
Ed crossed his arms. “Six months, no luck, and now all of a sudden it just happens? Convenient.”
“You’ve been seeing this woman for more than six months, Ed. I saw everything. You’ve lied to her, too! Told her you’re rich, that you own a company!” Mary’s voice trembled.
Ed shrugged, coldly unmoved. “Doesn’t matter. I’m filing for divorce. This marriage is over.”
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“You really think that woman will stick around when she learns the truth about you?” Mary shot back.
“Trust me, she won’t find out. And when this is over, I’ll take this house and everything else you have. Plus, my mom’s money.” He smirked.
Mary’s voice rose in protest. “This house was bought by my father!”
“Yeah? It’s in both our names,” Ed replied with a smug smile.
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Mary’s voice softened as she asked, “What about the baby?”
Ed just shrugged. “You can’t prove it’s mine until it’s born. By then, it’ll be too late.” And with that, he threw her out, leaving her in tears.
Desperate and hurt, Mary made a choice—to go to Scarlett and show her everything. Scarlett had to know the truth about her son.
She sat across from Scarlett, her heart pounding as she told her everything—Ed’s lies, his cheating, his threats to take the house. She held her breath, waiting for Scarlett to dismiss her. But to her surprise, she listened, her face growing pale.
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Scarlett looked down, tears welling in her eyes. “He’s been taking money from me too,” she said softly. “Every penny his father left me, everything I’ve saved. He said he needed it for doctor visits because you couldn’t get pregnant.”
Mary shook her head, feeling both anger and sadness. “He never even went to a doctor. Every time I brought it up, he refused. I checked our account, Scarlett. He’s been taking out huge amounts.”
Scarlett clenched her fists. “I can’t believe my son would do this,” she said, her voice shaking. “He lied to both of us.”
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Mary’s voice broke as she spoke. “I don’t know what to do. I’m pregnant, and he says he’ll take everything. He doesn’t even believe the baby is his.”
Scarlett’s eyes hardened. “I won’t let anyone hurt my future grandchild,” she said firmly. “We’ll make him pay. You have those messages saved, right?”
Mary nodded. “Yes, I took screenshots.”
Scarlett thought for a moment, then said, “I have one of his toothbrushes here. We can get a DNA test when the baby is born.”
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Mary looked at Scarlett, surprised. “You’ve never been on my side before. What changed?”
Scarlett sighed. “I was a mother trying to protect her son. But now I see I need to protect others from him. His father was the same—a cheater. I endured it, hoping Ed would be better. But he isn’t. And I don’t want anyone else to suffer like I did.”
Mary and Scarlett moved forward with their plan. Mary confronted Ed directly, and she showed him the screenshots of his messages.
“I have all your messages,” she said, her voice steady as she held up her phone. “And I’ve already shown them to Scarlett. So you have no more room to manipulate anyone.”
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Ed looked shaken, but Mary continued, not backing down. “Here’s the deal,” she told him firmly. “Give up your claim to the house, sign these divorce papers, and agree to pay child support. Do this, and I’ll stay quiet. Otherwise, I’ll make sure your lover knows the truth.”
Backed into a corner, Ed reluctantly agreed and signed the papers without a word. He had no idea that Scarlett had the final piece of the plan.
Scarlett went to Ed’s lover herself, revealing everything—his lies, his fake claims of wealth, and his deception. She left nothing hidden, ensuring her son’s lies would come crashing down.
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When Ed found out, Scarlett was sitting with Mary, enjoying tea at her house. Suddenly, loud banging echoed from the front door, followed by Ed’s furious shouting.
“You promised you wouldn’t tell if I did everything you asked!” he yelled through the door, his voice sharp with anger.
Mary looked at the door calmly and replied, “I didn’t tell her anything, Ed.”
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Scarlett raised her voice so Ed could hear. “I did,” she called out firmly. “I taught you that lying is wrong, but you clearly didn’t learn.”
“You’re both insane!” Ed shouted, his voice shaking with rage. “You’ll regret this! I’ll make you pay!”
Just then, the police arrived, alerted by a neighbor’s call. They restrained Ed, leading him away as he continued yelling threats, while Mary and Scarlett stayed inside, unshaken while finishing their tea.
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