When George told Sylvia she was only half the mom his late wife was and wished SHE had died instead, her world shattered. But she didn’t break. In the face of his cruel words, Sylvia made a decision that would change everything and show just how powerful a mother’s love can be.
Hey everyone, Sylvia here. I’m about to tell you a story that’ll have you reaching for the tissues and wanting to throw things at the same time. Ever wondered how you’d react if your partner, the person you built a life with, looked you dead in the eye and said they wished YOU WERE DEAD instead of their ex-wife? Heartbreaking, right? Well, that’s exactly where I find myself…
Sylvia opens up about her heartbreaking story | Source: Pexels
It all started eight years ago when I married George. He had two incredible kids, Nick and Emma, from his first wife, Miranda, who tragically passed away in an accident when they were young.
We took things slow, dated for three years, and then tied the knot in a courthouse ceremony with just close family and friends. The kids were amazing to me from the get-go. I loved being their stepmom, and when I got pregnant with our son, Mason, I officially adopted them.
Sylvia adopts her husband’s two adorable children | Source: Pexels
Nick and Emma were the best. They doted on their new baby brother, and George seemed like the picture-perfect husband and dad.
I was on cloud nine. Every day, I thanked the universe for this beautiful family.
But then, like a cruel twist of fate, everything changed when I got pregnant again with our second child. George became a different person.
Sylvia is pregnant | Source: Unsplash
Late nights at work became the norm, and weekends were spent with his “friends.” I tried talking to him, but it was like talking to a brick wall.
He missed soccer games, Emma’s birthday parties, doctor appointments — basically, everything important. It felt like I was living with a ghost.
One day, I couldn’t take it anymore.
George starts acting distant, devoting more time to work and friends | Source: Pexels
“George,” I confronted him. He didn’t even look up from his phone, just grunted a noncommittal response.
“We need to talk,” I pressed, my voice firming up. He sighed, finally setting his phone down with a clatter that echoed in the strained silence. His eyes, when they met mine, were distant… and cold.
“About what?” he drawled.
A heartbroken Sylvia confronts George | Source: Pexels
“About everything,” I said, my frustration bubbling over. “You’re never here, George. The kids barely see you, and when you are, you’re glued to that phone and your laptop.”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Oh boy, here we go again. I work my fingers to the bone for this ungrateful family. Why do you have to keep nagging me like a broken record? Can’t a man have a little peace and quiet in his own home?”
George lashes out at poor Sylvia | Source: Pexels
“Providing isn’t just about money, George,” I countered. “It’s about being present, being a dad, being a husband.”
He slammed his fist on the table, making Mason flinch. “Don’t lecture me about being a husband! You wouldn’t understand!”
“Understand what, George?” I retorted.
George breaks Sylvia’s heart | Source: Pexels
He glared at me, his face contorting with anger. “You wouldn’t understand the things I’ve sacrificed,” he spat. “You wouldn’t understand what it’s like to lose someone you love.”
“Don’t you dare bring Miranda into this,” I shot back, my voice laced with hurt. “She’s not here, George. She’s gone!”
His face turned ashen. “Don’t you ever talk about her like that!” he roared, sending shivers down my spine.
George cautions Sylvia against bringing up his ex-wife in their conversation | Source: Pexels
“Don’t you see what you’re doing to us? We miss you, George. We need you,” I yelled back, tears welling in my eyes. “We want to be happy… like before.”
George looked at me, his eyes filled with a cold, bitter rage, and said, “Happy? With you? I wish Miranda was still alive. Hell, I wish you’d been the one who died instead! And you know what? Stop pretending you’re Nick and Emma’s real mom. YOU’RE ONLY HALF THE MOM MY LATE WIFE WAS! Do you understand?”
George’s words stab Sylvia | Source: Pexels
My heart shattered into a million pieces. Can you even imagine the pain? It’s beyond anything words can capture.
Tears streamed down my face as I told him I couldn’t stay married to him after what he said.
But then, he said something that lit a fire in my soul.
George leaned back, crossing his arms with a condescending smirk. “Face it, Sylvia. You can’t handle this on your own. Without me, you’re LOST. The kids need stability, and you’re NOT CAPABLE of providing that.”
George’s words cut deep into Sylvia’s already shattered heart | Source: Pexels
I felt my blood boil.
“Not capable? I’m the one who’s been there for them every single day while you’re off ‘working late’ and hanging out with your so-called friends. I’ve been the one keeping this family together, not you!”
His smirk faltered, but he tried to hold his ground. “You wouldn’t last a week without me.”
Sylvia stands her ground | Source: Pexels
Well, let me tell you something — that was the biggest mistake he could’ve made. I wasn’t going to stay and be treated like some doormat.
I decided to teach him a lesson, one he wouldn’t forget for the rest of his life.
The next day, I packed a bag, not just for myself, but for the kids too. I wasn’t just leaving George; I was taking Nick, Emma, and Mason with me. He was at work, clueless about the storm brewing at home.
Sylvia packs her things and leaves the house with her three kids | Source: Pexels
I dropped the kids off at my best friend Rosie’s place, explaining the whole situation. Rosie, bless her heart, was furious. She readily agreed to keep the kids safe while I dealt with things.
Then, with a steely resolve in my heart, I got into my car and headed straight for George’s office. I had a plan brewing, and it was time to put it into action.
I marched into George’s office. Ignoring the receptionist’s confused sputtering, I barged straight into his meeting, catching everyone off guard.
Sylvia rushes to George’s office | Source: Pexels
George’s face drained of color when he saw me. Before he could utter a word, I launched into a tirade and exposed him.
“You think I’m half the mom your ex-wife ever was?” I yelled. “Well, guess what, George? I’m taking the kids. You don’t deserve them!”
Sylvia yells at George and exposes him | Source: Pexels
The room erupted in gasps. George’s face flushed crimson.
He lunged for me, but I was quicker, pulling away with a piercing glare. “Here’s the custody agreement,” I spat, shoving a thick folder into his chest. “I’m going for full custody, and after what you said, I think the judge will agree with me.”
Panic flickered across his face. “Y-You can’t do this,” he stammered. “You have no right.”
George starts to panic | Source: Pexels
A cold anger settled over me.
“Oh, but I do,” I countered. “I’ve been a real mother to Nick and Emma, something you haven’t. And Mason? He deserves better than a father who compares his own wife to a ghost.”
Leaving him sputtering justifications to his bewildered colleagues, I stormed out, the weight of everyone’s stares burning into my back.
But I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting my kids away from him.
Sylvia’s outburst leaves George utterly shaken | Source: Pexels
My next stop was the kids’ school. The principal, a kind woman with eyes that held a lifetime of stories, listened patiently as I explained the situation.
Pulling out the custody papers, I felt a sliver of hope pierce through the fog of hurt. The principal, thankfully, was understanding.
“We’ll keep an eye on the kids,” she promised, her voice warm. “We’ll reach out if George tries anything.”
The principal assures Sylvia about watching over the kids | Source: Pexels
Hours later, I picked up my precious cargo, my kids, from Rosie’s haven. Relief flooded me as their faces lit up. We drove to the small apartment I’d secretly rented that very morning.
During dinner, Mason (now 6) bombarded me with questions about his dad. Emma, my little ball of sunshine, clung to me tighter while Nick simply stood there.
“Mommy, where’s Daddy? Why aren’t we going home?” Mason choked out, his big brown eyes welling with tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.
Mason asks Sylvia about his daddy | Source: Pexels
I took a deep breath, my heart breaking. “Mason, Nick, Emma, listen to me,” I said softly, pulling them close. “Things are going to be different for a while. Your father and I… we’re not getting along right now, and it’s best for us to stay somewhere else for a bit.”
Emma’s grip tightened, her small body trembling. “But why, Mommy? Why can’t we just go back?”
Emma misses her daddy and wants to go home | Source: Pexels
Tears welled up in my eyes as I kissed her forehead. “I know it’s hard, sweetheart. I know. But sometimes grown-ups have to make tough decisions to keep everyone safe and happy. I promise you, we’re going to be okay.”
“Is it because of us? Did we do something wrong?” Nick chimed in, his eyes glistening with tears.
My heart shattered. “No, honey, this is not because of you or Emma or Mason. You kids are perfect. This is between Dad and me. I love you both so much. We’re going to be okay.”
Nick is upset and asks Sylvia if they’re away from daddy because of him and his siblings | Source: Pixabay
Their small nods and tear-streaked faces gave me the strength I needed.
Days bled into weeks. The legal battle, while draining, became a strange source of strength. George’s past behavior boomeranged on him.
His colleagues, the very people who witnessed my public humiliation, became my unlikely allies. Their testimonies painted a damning picture of a selfish, self-absorbed man.
George’s colleagues testify against him | Source: Pexels
In the end, the judge awarded me full custody, with George granted supervised visits.
Just when I thought the worst was over, another bombshell dropped. A woman named Linda, heavily pregnant, appeared on my doorstep one day, her eyes red-rimmed and her voice trembling.
“Are you Sylvia?” she asked shakily.
A heavily pregnant woman arrives outside Sylvia’s house | Source: Midjourney
Hesitantly, I cracked the door open just a fraction. “Can I help you?” I asked cautiously.
“I’m Linda,” she said, looking down. “I’m George’s lover. I’m pregnant with his child.”
I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. “You’re what??”
She nodded, tears spilling over. “He told me he was single. I had no idea about you, about your family. I’m so sorry.”
Sylvia is stunned when the woman reveals her identity | Source: Midjourney
A cold dread washed over me.
George? He… he had an affair?
What more could there possibly be hidden from me? Against every instinct screaming at me to slam the door shut, I found myself stepping aside and letting her in.
The jolting truth about the man she once loved and shared her life with leaves Sylvia stunned | Source: Pexels
Linda sank onto the nearest chair, her body wracked with silent sobs. As she poured out her story, a shocking truth unfolded. She, too, had been involved with George, a victim of his lies and deceit.
A strange sense of empathy bloomed in my chest. Here was another woman, her life shattered by the same man who had so thoroughly broken mine.
Linda tearfully reveals the truth | Source: Pexels
In a turn of events that still boggles my mind, Linda and I formed an unlikely alliance. We exposed George’s web of deceit, stripping him bare before everyone.
He lost his job, his reputation, and any semblance of control over our lives.
George loses his job, reputation, and everything he once controlled | Source: Pixabay
Fast forward to months now, the journey hasn’t been easy.
Picking up the pieces of my broken heart was a long and arduous process. But with Nick, Emma, Mason, and my newborn baby by my side, I found the strength to rise above the ashes.
George’s ghost still haunts me at times, a painful reminder of his betrayal. But as I look at my children, their smiles radiating pure joy, the pain recedes, replaced by an unwavering love and a fierce determination to protect them from the world’s harsh realities.
Sylvia is slowly healing, thanks to her wonderful kids and the new path fate has shown her | Source: Pexels
Evil Stepmothers Who Met Their Match: Stories of Karma Catching Up in the Most Unexpected Ways
Five gripping tales reveal what happens when karma takes center stage. From a sabotaged prom to a wedding day showdown, stolen dreams, and shocking secrets, these stepmothers’ schemes backfire in ways no one saw coming. Justice has never been so unexpected — or so satisfying.
Stepmothers who have long reveled in their schemes and manipulations finally meet their match in this compilation! With a mix of drama, humor, and poetic irony, these stories deliver a satisfying dose of comeuppance, proving no one is immune to the clever hand of karma.
A confident teen girl | Source: Midjourney
My Stepmom Secretly Canceled My Prom Hair Appointment to Ruin My Day – But Her Jaw Dropped When a Limousine Showed Up for Me
Seven years ago, my mom passed away from pneumonia. Before I knew it, my dad was seeing Carla, and a year later, he married her.
“Your father doesn’t waste any time, does he?” my aunt sniffed on their wedding day.
A little girl and her aunt | Source: Midjourney
Living with my new step-brother, Mason, and Carla was fine at first, but Carla’s passive-aggressive jabs soon started piling up. I remember once I caught her staring at me.
“You look too much like your mother, Emily,” she said. “No wonder your father gives Mason more attention.”
I sighed and ignored her, trying not to let her words get to me.
A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney
My dad, of course, didn’t notice a thing. And she loved being able to taunt me without any repercussions.
Fast forward to prom season. I’d saved my babysitting money for months to buy a gorgeous violet dress. It reminded me of Mom because violet was her favorite color.
Prom was going to be my night. I just knew it. I’d even booked a hair appointment at a fancy salon. Everything was set. But then the big day came, and Carla ruined it.
An upset girl | Source: Midjourney
When I got to the salon, the receptionist told me my appointment was canceled.
“I didn’t cancel!” I exclaimed. “Why would I? Prom is this evening!”
“Calm down, honey,” the receptionist said. She went to get the hairdresser, who looked very uncomfortable when they returned.
A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney
“I got a call earlier today to cancel your appointment, Emily,” she told me. “I assumed it was your Mom?”
My heart dropped. I was still processing everything when I looked over and saw her.
Carla! Sitting there, getting her hair done. Of course. Carla had canceled my appointment.
A woman getting her hair done | Source: Midjourney
I ran out of the salon, my head spinning. My perfect prom was falling apart around me.
When I got home, I locked myself in my room. Tears poured down my face as I tried to style my hair, but nothing looked good.
I stared at my dress, feeling like an idiot for telling Carla my plans in passing.
A prom dress hanging in a closet | Source: Midjourney
I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go to prom anymore. What was the point? I was already upset and didn’t feel like anything good could come from this.
Suddenly, I heard honking outside. I dragged myself to the window, expecting to see a commotion on the road. But when I looked out, my jaw dropped.
A glossy black limousine was parked in front of our house.
A sleek black limousine parked outside | Source: Midjourney
There was no way that the car was for me. My friends’ parents had said no when we first discussed hiring a limo. Nevertheless, I ran downstairs.
When I reached the doorway, the driver stepped out and approached our front door. My dad, who had been as clueless as ever during all this, stood on our porch looking confused.
“I’m here for Miss Emily, sir,” the driver said, holding out a small card.
A chauffer holding a note | Source: Midjourney
Miss Emily? Me? I hesitantly took the card and opened it. Inside, written in neat handwriting, were the words:
To my beautiful sister, Emily. I know you’ve had a rough time lately, but you deserve the best night ever! Enjoy the limo, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been saving all my birthday and Christmas money.
Have a magical night, sis.
Love, Mason.
A teenage girl reading a note | Source: Midjourney
Mason? My 11-year-old stepbrother did this?
I burst into tears again, but this time from pure shock and gratitude. I ran upstairs to find Mason in his room, grinning like he’d just pulled off the ultimate prank.
“I heard Mom on the phone this morning,” he said, shrugging like this wasn’t a big deal. “Canceling your appointment wasn’t fair at all.”
A smiling boy in his bedroom | Source: Midjourney
“But did you really use your money?” I asked him, feeling horrible.
“Not really,” he grinned. “See, Mom has been saving to buy some fancy necklace. After she left this morning, I took some money from her stash and went to Mr. Johnson next door. He owns the limo company, remember?”
But Mason didn’t stop there.
A smiling girl | Source: Midjourney
“There’s more, Em,” he said. “Mrs. Evans, from across the road? Her daughter is a stylist at the mall. She’s coming here to do your hair and makeup soon.”
Just as the words left his mouth, the doorbell rang.
“That should be her!” Mason said. “Go wash your face. I’ll send her up.”
A stylist holding her make up bag | Source: Midjourney
Twenty minutes later, I looked like a princess. I just wished my mom was around to fuss over me. I wanted a hug from her more than anything.
When Carla drove into our driveway, I was already outside, stepping into the limo like a movie star.
Her jaw dropped.
A smiling teenage girl dressed for prom | Source: Midjourney
“Richard? Did you do this?” I heard her shriek to my father before the driver closed the door.
Prom was everything I had hoped for. When I arrived at the hall in the limo, heads turned. I was glowing, and I knew it. For the first time in a long time, I felt like my mom was right there with me.
The whole night was pure magic.
Teenage girls at prom | Source: Midjourney
As for Carla, I hope she learned a lesson. You can’t mess with someone’s joy and get away with it… especially if your son is going to save the day!
My Stepmom Stole $5,000 from My College Fund to Get Veneers for Herself — Karma Hit Her Hard
I’m Kristen, your average 17-year-old. My mom passed away when I was young, but she left behind a college fund. It wasn’t huge, but it was a start to secure my future.
A distressed teenage girl lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
My dad, Bob, and I had been adding to it, mostly from my part-time gigs tutoring kids and babysitting.
Everything was on track until my stepmother Tracy stole $5000 from me.
If vanity were an Olympic sport, Tracy would make Narcissus look like an amateur. She spends hours in front of the mirror but never has time for anything that really matters, like, oh I don’t know, being a decent human.
A senior woman applying lipstick | Source: Pexels
One day, I came home to find Tracy grinning like a Cheshire cat, except her teeth looked more like construction cones dipped in mustard.
“Kristen, darling!” she chirped. “Guess what? I’m getting veneers! I borrowed a little from your college fund to make it happen. Just $5,000!”
I felt like I’d just been sucker-punched. “You did WHAT? You STOLE my college fund?”
Tracy rolled her eyes dramatically. “Stole? I’m family. It’s not a big deal, honey!”
A shocked teenage girl | Source: Midjourney
“You had NO RIGHT! That money’s for my future. My mom set it up for me.”
“Oh, save the theatrics! It’s just money. And your father agreed to it,” Tracy winked.
Now, that was a lie. Dad wouldn’t agree to this in a million years. I stormed out and immediately called Dad, who was just as shocked as I was.
A furious young girl frowning | Source: Midjourney
“I’ll talk to her,” he promised. In Dad’s terms, that meant “I’ll mention it once and hope it magically resolves itself.”
A few weeks later, Tracy got her veneers. She strutted around the house, flashing her new teeth at every opportunity. It was like living with a deranged lighthouse.
But the best was yet to come.
A young lady talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
A month after her “transformation,” Tracy threw a BBQ to show off her new chompers to the entire neighborhood.
“Ladies, gather ’round!” Tracy announced, clinking her wine glass with a spoon. “I simply must tell you about my transformation! It’s all thanks to the marvelous Dr. Kapoor,” Tracy gushed. “He’s not just a dentist, he’s an artist!”
I rolled my eyes so hard I could practically see my brain.
A smiling senior woman holding a wine glass and bottle | Source: Pexels
Just then, Tracy set her wine glass down and reached for a piece of corn on the cob. “You know, ladies, life is all about taking chances and—”
C-R-A-C-K! The sound echoed across the backyard like a gunshot. Tracy’s eyes went wide, her hand flying to her mouth.
There, nestled in the butter of her corn on the cob, was one of her precious veneers. The gap in her smile was so big, it could swallow a whole lollipop!
Close-up of a shocked woman with a missing tooth | Source: Midjourney
“I… I…” Tracy stammered, suddenly sounding like she was auditioning for the role of Sylvester the Cat. “Ekthcuthe me!”
She bolted into the house, leaving behind a yard full of bewildered guests and one very satisfied stepdaughter trying desperately not to burst into maniacal laughter.
When she called Dr. Kapoor a few days later, I overheard a conversation that was music to my ears.
A young lady laughing | Source: Midjourney
Turns out, Tracy had opted for the bargain basement veneers and would have to pay a hefty chunk to redo the whole veneer! Karma had just given Tracy a spanking.
Dad, finally growing a backbone, confronted Tracy that evening.
“We need to talk about Kristen’s college fund,” he said, his voice firm (for the first time in a very looooong time! Way to go, Daddy!)
A senior man frowning | Source: Midjourney
“You’re going to pay back every cent you took from Kristen’s fund,” he said. “And if you can’t… well, I think we need to reevaluate this situation.”
In the following weeks, the neighborhood buzzed with gossip about Tracy’s “dental disaster.” She couldn’t show her face without someone asking about her “million-dollar thmile.”
As for me? Dad made good on his promise. He ensured Tracy repaid every cent, and he’s been working overtime to add extra cash to my college fund.
Close-up of a man holding money | Source: Pexels
My Stepmom Came to My Wedding in a White Dress, Saying She ‘Deserves Attention Too’ – So My Husband Taught Her a Real Lesson
Linda, my stepmother, came into my life after Mom passed away when I was ten. She loved being the center of attention.
With my wedding day approaching, I knew Linda would find a way to make the day about her. She always did.
I was trying hard not to worry about it the day I met up with Sarah, my best friend and maid of honor, at the wedding planner’s office.
Two female friends sharing a hug | Source: Pexels
We entered the wedding planner, Grace’s office, and she immediately dropped a bombshell.
“Your stepmother requested to be seated in the front row and insisted on giving a speech during the reception, Alexandra,” she said, glancing up from her notes.
I was stunned. I’d chosen to honor my late mother by reserving a seat for her in the front row. Linda knew this. How could she?
A worried woman | Source: Pexels
I sighed, feeling the familiar frustration rise. “She always has to make everything about herself. I bet she’s got some grand performance in mind!”
Sarah leaned in closer. “We need to be prepared for whatever she’s planning.”
Grace looked at me with a concerned expression. “How would you like to handle this, Alexandra?”
A wedding planner | Source: Midjourney
At my request, Grace agreed to explain to Linda once more that I’d reserved the front-row seat to honor my late mom. She would also dissuade Linda from giving a speech.
As we left Grace’s office, Sarah squeezed my arm.
“Don’t worry, Alex. We’ve got this. Linda won’t ruin your day.”
A woman getting consoled by a friend | Source: Pexels
Once I got home, I shared my concerns with Tom.
“Linda turns everything into a spectacle,” I moaned. “I’m afraid Linda will make our wedding about her.”
Tom smiled reassuringly. “I’ve got a plan. Let her have her moment. It’ll all work out.”
“What kind of plan?” I asked, curious.
A woman sitting on a chair and posing | Source: Pexels
He kissed my forehead. “Just trust me. It’s a surprise. But I promise, it’ll keep the focus where it should be — on us and your mom’s memory.”
I sighed, feeling a bit better. “I hope so. I just want everything to go smoothly. Linda can be so unpredictable.”
Tom squeezed my hand. “I know. But we’ve got this.”
A woman holding a man’s hand | Source: Pexels
Soon, the wedding day arrived.
While I was still in my bathrobe getting ready, Sarah burst into the room, her face pale.
“You won’t believe this,” she said, pulling me to the window.
I looked out and saw Linda emerging in a full-length white wedding dress.
An elderly woman posing in her wedding gown | Source: Midjourney
“What the…” Okay, this was something I didn’t see coming.
“Linda, what are you doing? You can’t wear white to my wedding!” I stormed over to her, unable to hide my fury.
She smirked, not showing even one ounce of regret. “You’re young, Alexandra. You have your whole life ahead of you. This might be my last chance to feel like a bride again. I deserve this attention.”
A smiling elderly woman in a wedding dress | Source: Midjourney
I felt my anger rising, but Tom pulled me aside.
“Trust me, we’ll sort this out later,” he whispered with a mischievous smile.
“But Tom, how could she?”
“Trust me, okay?” he said, and I relented.
A newly wed couple | Source: Pexels
The ceremony proceeded, with Linda sitting in the front row, basking in her stolen spotlight. She’d clearly railroaded Grace to get what she wanted.
When it was time for the speeches, Linda stood up. But before she could speak, Tom took the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to share a special video tribute to Alexandra’s late mother.”
The lights dimmed, and a beautiful montage of my mom played on the screen.
A bride looking at a screen | Source: Midjourney
As the tribute ended, Tom looked at me with a knowing smile. “This day is about honoring your mother and our love, Alex. No one can take that away.”
Then he looked at Linda. “Linda, could you join us up here?” he asked.
As she made her way to the stage, Tom continued, “Linda has always been a star in her own right, so we’ve decided to let her shine even more.”
A groom talking on the mic | Source: Midjourney
Another slideshow began to play. The first few pictures showed Linda in her white dress from various angles at the wedding. But then, Tom’s twist came.
The next photo showed Linda sneaking into my bridal suite earlier that morning. She was caught on camera trying on my wedding veil and twirling around with a bouquet she’d taken from the floral arrangements.
The room gasped, and Linda’s face turned red.
A gray-haired woman wearing a veil | Source: Pexels
“Wait, Linda, we’re not finished,” Tom said, motioning to the DJ.
Suddenly, the speakers played a recording of Linda on the phone with her friend, boasting about her plan to outshine me.
“This little princess needs to learn her place. I’ve waited long enough to have my moment,” her voice echoed through the hall.
An angry elderly bride | Source: Midjourney
The crowd was stunned, and a few people even booed. Tom wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “I told you I had it covered.”
Linda, red-faced and cornered, slipped out of the hall as quietly as she could. Tom and I shared a smile, knowing we taught her a lesson.
She was in the spotlight as she was wanted, but for all the wrong reasons.
A crying elderly woman | Source: Midjourney
I Found a Lace Robe Hidden in My Husband’s Closet – Then I Saw My Stepmother Wearing It
When my dad passed away last year, my husband, Jason, our six-year-old daughter, Emma, and I moved in to help my stepmother, Lorraine.
Living with her was like walking on a tightrope. Everything about Lorraine was sharp — her stilettos, her words, even the way she eyed Jason when she thought I wasn’t looking.
An older woman in a black dress | Source: Midjourney
But family is family, and I tried to make it work.
Until I found the robe.
I was folding Jason’s laundry. As I opened his closet to hang up a shirt, I noticed a small glossy gift bag shoved into the corner, partly hidden beneath his jackets.
A glossy gift bag | Source: Midjourney
I pulled it out, my pulse quickening when I saw what was inside: a lace robe, sheer and intimate.
My first thought was that Jason had bought it for me. If only that had been the truth.
A few days later, Lorraine called me into her room.
“Oh, Calla, sweetheart,” she cooed. “You won’t believe what my new boyfriend got me!”
A maroon bedroom | Source: Midjourney
New boyfriend? Lorraine hadn’t mentioned anyone else before.
When I walked in, my stomach dropped.
There she was, draped in the robe I’d found in Jason’s closet. She twirled, the lace floating around her like some cruel joke.
A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney
Was Jason…? No. He wouldn’t. Lorraine?
My knees felt weak. I stumbled out of her room, her laughter echoing behind me.
That night, I cornered Jason after I finished reading with Emma.
A mom and daughter reading a book | Source: Midjourney
“Did you give Lorraine a robe? The lace one I found in your closet?”
Jason’s face twisted in disbelief. “What are you talking about?”
“She showed me a robe earlier,” I said tearfully. “The same one I found in your closet.”
Jason’s jaw dropped. “You think I’d buy her something like that? Are you serious right now? I don’t know where she got this robe, but it wasn’t from me.”
A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney
Over the next few days, I couldn’t shake the unease. Lorraine’s smug looks and Jason’s denial all felt like pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t solve.
Then, one afternoon, I heard Lorraine on the phone.
“Yes, Kerry, of course, I planted it,” she whispered. “That idiot husband of hers didn’t even notice. It’s only a matter of time before they’re at each other’s throats. Once they leave, this house will finally be mine.”
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That night, I told Jason everything I’d overheard.
“She’s trying to ruin our marriage,” he said, his voice tight. “And to think that we uprooted Emma for this? This ends now.”
Over breakfast the next morning, I casually mentioned to Lorraine that Jason and I were considering moving out. And that evening, Jason and I invited a lawyer friend over for dinner, someone Lorraine didn’t recognize.
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We told her he was a “realtor” helping us look for new homes, but honestly, we just wanted to figure out where we stood. I wasn’t sure that I wanted the house, but Jason had persuaded me to fight.
“Come on, honey,” he said. “Your dad built this with his hands. This home has been around since you were a child. You want Lorraine to have it, really?”
A week later, we called a “family meeting” in the living room. Lorraine sauntered in, confident and smug as if she’d already won. Jason handed her a stack of papers.
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“What’s this?” she asked.
“It’s the house deed,” Jason said calmly. “It turns out that Calla and I are the primary beneficiaries. You don’t own this house, Lorraine. We do.”
“That’s not possible. Your father would never leave me with nothing…”
“He left you with a lot of money. But this is my childhood home. Of course, he’d want me to have it.”
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Within a week, Lorraine was gone.
And that robe?
Lorraine had conveniently left it behind. I donated it to charity with the rest of the things she’d abandoned. Let someone else enjoy it because I sure as hell wasn’t keeping it.
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I Overslept on the Morning of My Crucial College Entrance Exams Because Someone Turned off My Alarm
Ever since I was little, I dreamed of becoming a doctor. When my mom died of cancer, that dream only grew stronger. I worked toward my dream for years. Today was finally the day of my medical entrance exam.
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Last night, I did everything to make sure I wouldn’t oversleep. I set three alarms on my phone. But when I woke up and reached for my phone, my heart stopped.
It was 9:55 a.m. My exam was starting at 10:00.
“No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” I threw my blankets off and grabbed my phone. All three alarms were turned off.
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I bolted down the stairs, half-dressed.
“Linda!” I called out, desperately looking for my stepmom. “Linda, please! I need a ride! My exam is in five minutes!”
She was in the kitchen, sipping her coffee calmly. “You’re late already. You should’ve set an alarm.”
“I did!” I shouted, feeling the sting of frustration and panic in my voice. “Three of them! But somehow, they got turned off.”
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She shrugged, a slight smirk on her lips. “Maybe this is a sign that you’re not cut out for med school, hmm?”
I stood there, feeling my face grow hot, my mind swirling with disbelief and desperation. I headed for the door, knowing I’d never make it on foot, but desperate enough to try.
“I know who did it,” my little brother Jason said then.
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He looked at Linda cautiously. “I saw her. Last night. She turned off your alarms, Emily.”
Linda shot him a sharp look. “Jason, stop making up stories,” she hissed.
Jason gulped but didn’t back down. “I’m not lying! I saw you go into her room, and turn off the alarms. You said she didn’t need to be at that stupid exam, anyway.”
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“Fine. Yes, I did it,” Linda sighed. “You’re not fit to be a doctor. It’s a waste of time, energy, and, frankly, a lot of money that your dad could spend on something worthwhile.”
Just as I was about to push past her and leave, I heard sirens in the distance, heading toward our house.
Jason gave me a small, hopeful smile. “Don’t worry, Em. I called for help.”
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“You are the bad guy, Linda,” he said, his eyes fierce despite his small frame. “Emily is going to be a doctor one day. Mom would be proud of her.”
Linda’s face twisted, and before she could say anything, the front door opened, and two police officers stepped inside.
Jason didn’t miss a beat. “I called you,” he said. “My sister needs to get to her entrance exam. Linda turned off her alarms so she’d miss it.”
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The officers exchanged a glance, then turned to me. “Is that true?” the male officer asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I have to get to the school right now, or I’ll lose my chance to take the exam.”
“Alright, young lady,” the female officer said. “We’ll get you there.”
Linda’s face contorted with disbelief. “Wait, you’re actually going to escort her?”
“It’s our job to help people,” the officer replied.
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The officers helped me into their squad car, and we sped down the road with the sirens blaring. We pulled up at the exam center after the doors had been closed.
One of the proctors noticed us and approached, looking confused. “Ma’am, the exam has begun,” he said, glancing at the officers.
The policewoman explained quickly. “This young lady had her alarms sabotaged at home, but she’s here now. If there’s any way she can sit for the exam…”
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The proctor’s stern face softened as he listened. He looked me in the eyes, then gave a brief nod. “Alright. Go on in.”
“Thank you,” I managed, barely believing I’d made it.
I found my seat, still rattled but refusing to let the morning’s events get the better of me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a second, and thought of my mom. This was my moment, and I wasn’t going to let anyone take it from me. I picked up my pencil and began the test.
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Hours later, I exited the exam room, exhausted but relieved. I headed home, where my dad was waiting. Jason and I told him everything.
“Is this true?” he demanded, glaring at Linda.
Linda’s eyes darted between us. “I… I was just trying to keep her from making a mistake.”
“You sabotaged her dreams because of your selfishness,” my dad said coldly. “You’re not staying here another night.”
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Linda’s face turned pale as she realized he was serious. She tried to protest, but he shook his head firmly.
“Pack your things, Linda. This family deserves better than this.”
Jason and I stood by the door, watching as she finally left. There was no satisfaction in it, just a sense of justice and relief.
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