Everly thought married life would bring new beginnings, but instead, she finds herself plunged into an old family conflict when she uncovers her mother-in-law Lilith’s meddling ways. With her privacy invaded and her belongings tampered with, Everly is drawn into a cunning battle of wills.
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Ever since I married Austin, I’ve heard stories about the legendary mother-in-law feuds, but I always thought, “That won’t be me.” I imagined Lilith, Austin’s mom, and I would be different. Boy, was I wrong?
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It started subtly enough. Lilith was polite—smiles, hugs, the works. But something flickered in her eyes, like the warning light on a dashboard. She was mostly bearable, with a pinch of “Just NO” sprinkled in.
My relationship with her hadn’t been great, but I had managed to keep it cordial by maintaining a low-contact rule for the past decade. Trust me, it was blissful.
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Now, rewind to the early days when I was still a naïve bride, eager to win over my new family. I cooked, cleaned, and hosted gatherings—all to show I was worthy of her son. But Lilith seemed to have her own agenda with her sly comments and backhanded compliments. Austin never saw it; those nuances were invisible to a son’s eyes.
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Then came our honeymoon phase, quite literally. We left for a romantic getaway a week after our wedding, leaving Lilith the keys to our cozy apartment to check the mail and such. The apartment was our first shared space, carefully arranged with love and a bit of IKEA-induced frustration.
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Returning home, the air felt different. As soon as I stepped in, my heart sank. The kitchen resembled a culinary war zone—pots and pans shuffled around, utensils misplaced.
Our cozy living room? It was as if a home magazine editor had a bad day, everything rearranged. Worst of all, she had disposed of some cherished pictures and knick-knacks, and yes, even some of my lingerie had mysteriously vanished.
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I broke down, tears streaming down my face as I explained everything to Austin. He was furious, more at the invasion of our privacy than the actual rearranging. He confronted Lilith, only to return with the classic “misunderstanding” defense.
According to her, she was just “trying to be helpful.” She even had the audacity to shed tears, playing the victim to perfection, leaving Austin baffled and me infuriated.
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Austin, bless his heart, tried to mend the chaos, suggesting, “Let’s just put everything back the way it was.” The kitchen became his project—a well-intentioned disaster. Lilith, it turned out, never taught him the finer points of domestic life, not even how to butter bread.
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The ordeal taught me a valuable lesson about boundaries and relationships. But the real kicker came later. One afternoon, while Austin was out, Lilith dropped by. As I opened the door, there it was—that chilling smile.
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It wasn’t just any smile; it was a calculated smirk paired with a nod, an unmistakable sign she knew exactly what she had done and relished the chaos. That moment, that look, it was all I needed to understand the game she played was one of dominance, not love. And from that day on, I knew exactly what I was dealing with.
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I’m not usually one to stoke the fire of revenge, but let’s just say Lilith had unknowingly lit the match. And there I was, waiting for just the right breeze to fan the flames. It didn’t take long for the universe to whisper, “Now’s your chance, Everly.”
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Just a week after our honeymoon drama, fate handed me the perfect script — Lilith fell ill and ended up in the hospital. Nothing serious, but serious enough to keep her out of the house for a while. And who do you think got the keys to her kingdom? That’s right, Austin.
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Now, I’m no saint, and the temptation was too good. I made a little detour and had a copy of her house key made—just a precaution, I told myself. As Austin went about his daily routines, none the wiser, I took a couple of days off work and embarked on my covert mission.
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Stepping into Lilith’s house felt like entering enemy territory. But there I was, a woman on a mission. I started in the kitchen, where I “reorganized” everything just the way she had done to mine. Out went the old, broken porcelain—honestly, it was doing her a favor.
Then, I swept through the house like a whirlwind of change. Pictures removed from walls? Check. Linen and coat closets shuffled? Double check. I even made sure her bathrooms looked disturbingly different.
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I meticulously avoided the living room, though. It was too visible, too risky. Austin couldn’t suspect a thing.
When the day came to bring Lilith home from the hospital, I played the devoted daughter-in-law card. “Honey, I thought I’d help clean up your mom’s place,” I chirped to Austin that morning, “you know, fresh start and all that jazz.” He looked at me, a bit puzzled but touched by the gesture. “That’s really kind of you, Ev,” he said, still clueless about my little adventure.
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The day had a routine start, with Austin and me bustling around Lilith’s house, dusting off shelves, mopping floors, and making everything shine—it was a cleaning spree fit for a queen, or in this case, a queen bee. After the whirlwind cleanup, we hopped into the car, me settling into the backseat as Austin drove us to pick up his mom from the hospital.
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The drive was quiet, the kind of silence that was full of anticipation. As we pulled up to the hospital, I plastered on my best daughter-in-law’s smile. Lilith, looking frail but feisty as ever, didn’t take long to sense that something was amiss once we arrived home.
She stepped into the house, pausing as she scanned the living room. Her eyes narrowed, lips pursed. “What did you do with my pictures?” she demanded, her voice slicing through the calm like a knife.
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Austin, ever the peacemaker, replied with a puzzled frown. “What do you mean, Mom?”
“You stole my pictures!!!” she accused, her voice climbing an octave.
I interjected with what I hoped was a soothing tone, “Oh, no, MIL. I just helped Austin clean; that’s all we did.”
Austin nodded, confirming, “Yeah, Mom, we just cleaned up a bit—nothing else.”
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Trying to diffuse the tension, I offered, “Would you like some tea?” But instead of gratitude, I received a sharp rebuke.
“Stay out of my kitchen!” she yelled, storming off to investigate further. Moments later, a scream erupted from the kitchen. “What have you done?” she wailed.
I exchanged a look with Austin, feigning confusion. He reiterated to his mom, “We only cleaned the counters and dishes, Mom. And mopped the floor.”
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But Lilith was livid, her face a mask of outrage as she shuffled through her disarranged belongings. Seeing her distress, I suggested to Austin, “Maybe my being here is upsetting her. I should probably go.”
He was visibly confused, unable to understand why his mother was reacting so harshly towards me. Reluctantly, he agreed, “Maybe that’s best.”
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So, with a cheer in my voice that belied the tension, I told Lilith, “I’ll be on my way then. Austin can call me when he’s ready to be picked up.”
As I turned to leave, I caught Lilith’s eye and gave her that same nod she’d given me—a silent acknowledgment of the chaos I’d invited into her orderly world. Austin, thankfully, was none the wiser as he faced away from us, missing the exchange.
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Later, when I returned to pick him up, Austin shared how his mother had accused me of various misdeeds during my absence. Feigning concern, I suggested, “It sounds like your dear mom’s memory might be slipping with age,” to which he somberly agreed, “Yeah, it’s tough for her.”
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As I drove home, the streetlights casting long shadows on the road, I pondered over the day’s events. Had my revenge been too harsh? Maybe. But sometimes, you have to fight fire with fire, especially when dealing with someone as manipulative as Lilith.
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So, dear readers, was I justified in my actions, or should I have risen above it all? What would you have done in my shoes? Let me know your thoughts, because as much as I believe in karma, I also believe sometimes you have to roll up your sleeves and stir the pot a bit yourself.
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My Mil Attempted to Take My Late Mother’s Heirloom, Ended Up Alone and Defeated after Falling into My Trap
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In the warmth of our tiny, sunlit living room, with Logan’s laughter mingling with the soft notes of a forgotten song playing in the background, I often find myself reflecting on the journey that led us here.
It wasn’t the kind of whirlwind romance that you read about in novels or see in movies; rather, it was a slow burn, a gradual intertwining of lives that seemed destined to be separate.
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We met in the most mundane of circumstances — a mutual friend’s barbecue. Logan, with his easy smile and a plate full of questionable-looking burgers, offered me a seat and a story.
I, in my awkwardness, spilled my drink, staining the earth beneath us in a splash of red. Yet, from that clumsy introduction bloomed a connection that felt as natural as breathing.
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We shared dreams under the canopy of stars and found solace in our shared laughter. Our decision to marry was not marked by grand gestures but by a quiet certainty that life was better together, in all its beautiful simplicity.
Amidst these memories, there’s one that stands out, a moment heavy with the weight of passing time. My mother, a vibrant soul taken too soon by the cruel clasp of cardiac arrest, left me a legacy wrapped in the soft glimmer of gold.
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On her deathbed, she pressed into my hands a vintage necklace, its intricate designs whispering tales of our ancestors. “This necklace,” she had said, her voice a frail thread of sound, “is a testament to our family’s strength and love. I wore it on my wedding day, as did your grandmother. Now, it’s yours, Freya. Let it remind you of where you come from and the love that built you.”
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This heirloom, more precious than the rarest of gems, became my talisman, a bridge to the past, and a beacon for the future. It was a piece of history, a narrative of love and loss, woven into the delicate filigree of its design.
Into this tapestry of memories and moments, Cecilia, my mother-in-law, entered with the subtlety of a storm. Her life, marked by its own trials and tribulations, had recently veered off course, leaving her without a home.
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Logan and I, bound by a sense of duty and compassion, welcomed her into our home, offering her sanctuary and a chance to rebuild. However, Cecilia’s fascination with the necklace soon became apparent.
Each day, she would find a reason to bring it up, her requests to wear it growing more insistent. “It’s just so beautiful, Freya. Can’t I just try it on once?” she’d plead, her eyes alight with a strange fervor.
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But the necklace was not just an adornment; it was a link to my mother, to the love and life she had lived. So, with every request, I found myself gently refusing, hoping she’d understand it was not just a piece of jewelry but a piece of my heart.
Recently, my world shattered when I found a void where my most cherished possession should have been. Returning home from work, I reached for the necklace, only to find an empty nightstand.
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Panic surged through me, its icy fingers wrapping around my heart. Cecilia was away, visiting her sister, her alibi seemingly rock-solid. And yet, a nagging certainty clawed at my mind, whispering that she was involved.
When confronted over the phone, her denial was swift, coated with feigned shock and innocence. But the seeds of suspicion had already taken root.
Desperation led me to concoct a plan that was as bold as it was risky. Thereafter, I decided to lay a trap for Cecilia, one that would reveal her true colors to the world and help me catch her in the act.
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The next day, I borrowed a friend’s phone and called her, disguising my voice slightly as I spun a tale of unexpected fortune. “Congratulations,” I announced, “You’ve been selected as the winner of an exclusive draw, earning an invitation to a grand, private party.” The bait was set.
Her reaction was as predictable as it was swift. Greed, that ever-present shadow in her actions, took hold, and she eagerly accepted the invitation.
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Soon afterward, I reserved space in an upscale restaurant, ensuring the setting would be as convincing as it was public. Invitations went out to nearly every member of our extended family, each one in on the ruse, their roles in this play of justice clear.
During the night of the “event,” the restaurant room buzzed with tense anticipation, each of us playing our part in the charade. When Cecilia made her entrance, the air shifted palpably. There she was, draped in elegance and, as I had suspected, wearing the necklace.
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Its familiar gleam against her neck was a blow more painful than a physical strike. For a moment, she basked in the limelight of her deceit, until her eyes caught the collective stare of the family, and the reality of her situation dawned on her. At that moment, her hands flew to the necklace, a futile gesture to shield her guilt from the room’s judgmental eyes.
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The silence that followed was deafening, a tangible cloud of betrayal and disappointment. Logan stood by my side, his face a mask of disbelief and hurt. The family’s reaction was unanimous; they turned away, a symbolic gesture of their stance. Meanwhile, Cecilia stood alone, the weight of her actions settling around her like a shroud.
The revelation of her duplicity came later, a confession wrung out by the undeniable evidence. It turned out she had made a duplicate key, planning her theft with meticulous care, choosing a time when neither Logan nor I would be home. Moreover, her sister, unwittingly or not, had provided the perfect alibi.
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As I write this, reflecting on the tumultuous whirlwind of emotions and events, I’m left pondering the path of righteousness and the measures one is compelled to take in the face of betrayal. The necklace, once a symbol of familial love and legacy, had sparked a sequence of events that laid bare the complexities of human nature.
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Did I do the right thing? It’s a question that echoes in the silent moments, a query without a simple answer. What would you have done, faced with the theft of something irreplaceable, not just in value but in sentiment? The actions I took, driven by desperation and a desire for truth, have left a fracture within our family, a reminder of the cost of deceit and the value of trust.
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In the end, the necklace was returned to its rightful place, a bittersweet victory. As for Cecilia, the consequences of her actions are a burden she must bear, a reminder of the thin line between right and wrong.
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.
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I Served a Rich Couple on a Plane, Next Day My Mom Introduced Me to Her Young Fiancé from the Same Plane — Story of the Day
Kristi tended to a rich couple in business class who were very affectionate with each other. The next day, she was shocked to discover the same man engaged to her mother. Kristi knew she had to act, but had no idea what she was about to unleash.
High above the clouds in the business class part of a commercial plane, Kristi, in her crisp flight attendant uniform, walked the aisle with practiced grace.
She stopped by a couple nestled by the window, absorbed in their private world. The man, in a sharply tailored suit, presented a small velvet box to the woman, whose eyes lit up like the 4th of July.
As he opened it, a delicate necklace gleamed, its stones scattering prismatic colors across their seats. Kristi’s eyes widened, and she paused her rounds for a second.
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“May I, my gorgeous Isabella?” the man whispered to his companion, excitement coloring his voice. The woman nodded, her cheeks blushing as she lifted her hair for him to clasp the necklace.
“That’s a lovely shade of lipstick,” the woman said, turning her attention to Kristi with a warm smile.
Flustered and touched, Kristi touched her lips. “Thank you, it’s my favorite,” she replied, stuttering at being caught snooping.
The man smiled up at Kristi, offering her a generous tip. “Thank you for making this flight special,” he said sincerely.
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“It’s my pleasure. Enjoy your journey together,” Kristi responded, her heart fluttering as she moved on, the couple’s joy lingering in her mind.
***
The next day was her only day off that weekend, and Kristi had promised to visit her mother. Upon arriving, the older woman grabbed her arm and introduced her to Edwin, her new fiancé.
Except, he was none other than the man from the plane who had given another, younger woman a beautiful diamond necklace. Kristi’s shock froze her, but she schooled her expression.
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“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kristi. Your mother has told me so much about you,” Edwin said smoothly, offering his hand as if they had never met.
“Nice to meet you too,” she replied cautiously, playing along for her mother’s sake.
Edwin then took over the kitchen, whipping up a meal with the flair of a seasoned chef. “It’s my way of showing care,” he explained, serving dishes with ease.
As they ate, Edwin regaled them with stories from his travels, yet he only responded vaguely when Kristi probed further into his past.
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It only made things worse, but she wasn’t sure what to say to her mother. Could she be wrong about him?
After dinner, Kristi decided to take her mother outside, hoping the air would clear her mind.
***
The cool breeze of the terrace was exactly what she needed before asking some tough questions. “Mom, what do you really know about Edwin?” Kristi asked carefully.
“He’s wonderful. A billionaire, a diamond tycoon’s son. He’s shown me such a glamorous life,” her mother replied, eyes shining. “We’ll be married in just a few days!”
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“Mom, I know this is going to sound strange, but I swear I saw him on a recent flight with another woman, now suddenly he’s with you and getting married,” Kristi pressed.
Her mother frowned. “Why are you lying? Can’t you be happy for me? Edwin loves me. You just don’t want me to be with another man after your father’s death.”
“That’s not it! Doesn’t his quick move seem odd?” Kristi argued.
“Odd? No, it’s romantic. You’re too young to understand. Edwin is all about love,” her mother shook her head.
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Kristi sighed. “Mom, please think about it. He could be a scammer. That act on the plane… he’s like a Casanova.”
“Scammer? Kristi, that’s ridiculous. Edwin is a good man!” her mother defended.
“I just don’t want to see you lose everything to a man we barely know,” Kristi said, desperately trying to make her understand.
But at that moment, Edwin appeared, drinks in hand.“Ladies, let’s celebrate,” he said cheerfully, and Kristi’s mother excused herself for a second.
Kristi frowned at Edwin once they were alone and couldn’t hold back any longer.
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“How can you manipulate my mother’s feelings?” she demanded, exposing everything she saw him doing on the plane.
Edwin’s smile faltered. “Kristi, I only want your mother’s happiness. No need for hostility.”
She scoffed and poured a drink over his head. “You think you’re clever, but I see through you. I won’t let you hurt my mother,” she declared firmly. “You’re a fraud!”
Her mother appeared, and her eyes bulged at the orange slice that was still dripping from Edwin’s face. “Kristi, how could you? Edwin, I’m so sorry…”
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Edwin reassured her. “It’s alright. Let’s not let this ruin our evening.”
Kristi’s frown deepened as her mother tended to the scammer, and she realized there was no way to win that night. Still, she knew she had to prove Edwin’s true nature to protect her mother.
It would just take some time.
That’s when she remembered an important detail from the day of the flight where she saw Edwin…and Isabella.
***
Kristi paced outside the airline office, gathering her courage before entering. At the front desk, a cheerful representative greeted her. “Good morning! How can I assist you today?”
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“I need to see the passenger list from my last flight. It’s important,” Kristi said, stumbling over her words.
“That’s confidential. May I ask why you need it?” the representative asked, her brow furrowing.
Kristi tried to hide her nervousness as she said, “A passenger left something valuable. I want to help return it.”
“Okay, I can’t show you the list, but I can help if you give me more details,” the representative said, leading Kristi to a private office.
Once seated, Kristi explained that a passenger named Isabella lost her jewelry and was talking about it as they disembarked.
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The representative confirmed the Lost & Found department had received Isabella’s missing item report, and they had, in fact, found the jewelry.
“Could I return it to her myself? It might mean more coming from someone who was on the flight,” Kristi asked.
After signing a release form, Kristi received Isabella’s jewelry and contact details. She called the strange woman, arranging to meet the next day in a hotel lobby.
***
Kristi approached Isabella, the same woman Edwin was affectionate with on her last flight, in a beautiful hotel coffee shop and was recognized immediately.
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“You were the flight attendant on my last trip, weren’t you?” Isabella asked, surprised.
“Yes, that was me. It’s a small world.”
Kristi went right into it, telling her about Edwin, her suspicions, and everything else she knew. The young woman frowned, frustrated.
“I knew something was off. Edwin asked me for a large sum of money for an emergency. I trusted him, and I’m supposed to meet him soon to give it to him,” Isabella revealed, leaning back and crossing her arms.
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Kristi told her that was their chance to expose him. “We can set up a scenario to catch him. We’ll record everything. I’ll disguise myself; he won’t recognize me,” she planned.
Isabella agreed, and they spent the next hour devising their strategy, focusing on every detail and potential reaction from Edwin.
As Kristi left the coffee shop, she felt nervous but resolved. The plan was set, and together, they were going to save her mother.
***
In a dimly lit upscale restaurant where Isabella had arranged to meet Edwin and give him the money he asked for, the young woman waited, twirling her wine glass.
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Meanwhile, Kristi was disguised as a waitress and watched from across the room as Edwin entered confidently and greeted Isabella.
“Isabella, my dear, sorry to keep you waiting,” he said, sitting down.
Kristi approached their table to take their order, and Isabella played along perfectly, suggesting they celebrate with red wine.
“Excellent choice,” Edwin agreed, keeping his eyes on Isabella. Kristi quickly brought the wine, her heart racing with each step.
“That’ll be all, thank you,” Edwin said, looking only briefly at Kristi. It wasn’t enough to notice who she was. His attention quickly turned back to his date.
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As they sipped their wine, Isabella suggested that instead of giving him money, she could give him a gift, something more tangible like jewelry as he had been so generous to give her diamonds.
Intrigued, Edwin pulled out his phone to show her some options, from Cartier and Rolex watches to designer clothes.
As soon as his phone was on the table, Kristi saw her chance. She pretended to refill their wine glasses and accidentally spilled some on Edwin’s shirt.
“Damn it! My shirt!” he exclaimed, jumping up in irritation.
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“It’s just an accident, Edwin. Let’s not make a scene,” Isabella calmed him, giving Kristi a discreet nod.
Kristi apologized profusely, then hurried away, claiming she needed to fetch club soda and napkins.
She had swapped Edwin’s unlocked phone during the commotion with a temporary decoy, and rushed to the restroom to check the real phone.
After searching for a few minutes, Kristi discovered Edwin’s active dating profile and flirtatious messages similar to those he’d sent her mother.
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Not the undeniable proof she hoped for, but troubling all the same. Therefore, Kristi started typing a message, making a last-ditch effort to trap Edwin.
Suddenly, a knock startled her. “I know you’re in there with my phone! Come out now!” Edwin shouted from outside.
“I’m calling the police!” he declared, his voice stern and urgent.
Kristi stood, phone in hand, heart pounding. She opened the stall door to face Edwin in a tense standoff. He lunged for the phone, but Kristi dodged him.
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“Stay back!” she warned, her back against the cold restroom wall.
“Give me my phone, or you’ll regret it!” Edwin cornered her, his hand reaching out. Kristi screamed, hoping someone would come to her aid and bracing for what might happen next.
***
In a sterile police station, Kristi sat under the cold glare of fluorescent lights.
“You’re lucky Mr. Edwin hasn’t pressed charges,” a stern officer warned, “Consider this your only warning.”
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Kristi nodded, her voice small. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“Good intentions don’t always lead to good actions,” the cop replied before walking away.
Just then, her mother burst through the doors, her face etched with disappointment. “Kristi, this isn’t the daughter I raised,” she declared, her voice thick with emotion.
“Mom, I was trying to protect you from Edwin,” Kristi explained, looking down.
“Protect me by breaking the law?” her mother retorted sharply. “You’ve gone too far.”
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An officer intervened. “Mr. Edwin had filed a restraining order. Any further actions will lead to arrest.”
Kristi closed her eyes, but her mother didn’t give her any reprieve.
“I don’t want to see you anymore. Learn from this. Goodbye, Kristi,” the older woman said before leaving.
***
Kristi returned to the same hotel where she had met Isabella and sat at the lobby bar. While nursing a stiff drink, Isabella slid next to her.
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“I heard about what happened. I’m sorry,” she sighed, linking her fingers on the bar surface.
“Thanks,” Kristi said, half-smiling. “But before everything went down, I changed Edwin’s password on the dating site.”
“That’s brilliant,” Isabella responded, intrigued. “We can use that. Let’s warn the other women.”
Kristi laughed as they logged into Edwin’s dating profile together, crafting many messages to alert his targets.
“Beware of Edwin. He’s not who he claims to be. Protect your heart and your wallet,” Kristi typed steadily.
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Their initial laughter faded into a determined silence as they saw how far this man would go to scam women off their one.
It was late at night when Isabella closed her laptop and squeezed Kristi’s hand.
“And just think, what we’ve started tonight is only the beginning. Edwin has no idea what’s coming for him. Wait until the wedding—it’s going to be unforgettable!”
***
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city chapel as Edwin, clad in a sharp black tuxedo, prepared to marry Kristi’s mother.
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However, he didn’t know that today was the last time he would ever get away with his Casanova scam.
Kristi watched from the trees, her heart pounding as the ceremony began. Suddenly, an unusual murmur spread through the crowd.
Heels clicked on the floor as one woman, then another, and dozens more converged at the chapel. All were women Edwin had deceived.
A woman in a bright red dress yelled, “Scammer!” Her voice cut through the ceremony’s solemnity.
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Edwin frowned, his confusion turning to horror as he recognized her and others.
“He’s a liar!” shouted another.
“You won’t get away with this!” added a third.
The ceremony descended into chaos. One woman smashed a piece of the wedding cake into Edwin’s face, covering him with cream.
He started fleeing down the aisle, but a guest tripped him, sending him sprawling into a flower bed.
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The women swarmed, using handbags, shoes, and floral arrangements to exact their vengeance, shouting accusations.
The police eventually intervened, clearing the crowd and leading a disheveled Edwin away. As calm returned, the chapel buzzed with hushed conversations and occasional sobs.
Kristi stepped out from her hiding spot just as her mother exited the chapel, tears falling from her face. The older woman shook her head at her and got into a car.
Her mother was too proud to admit she was wrong. But Kristi would wait and give her enough time to grieve. In the meantime, she would make sure Edwin felt the full extent of the law.
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