A controlling woman kicks her daughter-in-law out of the house with her newborn child, only to find herself in appalling conditions years later.
Abbie and Jonathan were married for three years when they welcomed their son, Timothy. They lived in Austin, Texas, with Jonathan’s mother, Susan, who wasn’t the worst by all accounts but wasn’t the best either.
Susan’s problem was that she wanted total control over everything, especially Jonathan’s life. To her relief, she was always successful since Jonathan was a “mama’s boy” who never went against her.
However, things began to change when Abbie came into Jonathan’s life. He began to devote a significant percentage of his attention to her, making Susan believe that Abbie was pulling him away from her.
Eventually, Abbie got the impression that Susan despised her, so she advised Jonathan that they move out. But he politely declined, saying, “Oh darling, come on! You know how mom is! She may seem harsh on the outside, but she is soft on the inside. She adores you just as much as she adores me.”
But Abbie knew that wasn’t the case, and her worst fears proved true one day…
Mrs. Norris wasn’t supportive of Abbie and Jonathan’s relationship. | Source: Pexels
“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE WITH THAT BABY!” Susan yelled at Abbie as she and Jonathan returned from the hospital following Timothy’s birth. She didn’t even go to the hospital for Abbie’s delivery because she despised her. And once Abbie was home, she already had a brilliant plan to get rid of her “pathetic” daughter-in-law.
“Susan, what’s the matter?” Abbie stared at her, bewildered. She didn’t understand why the woman would say something like that to her.
“Good Lord! Susan?” she whispered in disbelief on seeing her mother-in-law in such a terrible condition.
“What’s the matter with me?” she retorted. “That boy is not my son’s blood! He looks nothing like my son!” she lied, screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Susan!” Abbie yelled back, teary-eyed. “How could you say such a thing? He’s your grandson…Jonathan,” she said, turning to her husband. “Why aren’t you saying anything? You know he’s—”
Before Abbie could finish, Susan cut her off. “Stop bewitching my son with those crocodile tears of yours! You’ve already wrecked his life. Pack your things and get lost!” she repeated and grabbed Jonathan’s arm, pulling him to her side.
Mrs. Norris ordered Abbie to leave the house. | Source: Pexels
“Jonathan….” Abbie looked at him with hopeful eyes, but he didn’t utter a word. Instead, he stood by his mother’s side and lowered his head in shame.
Abbie couldn’t believe Jonathan didn’t say anything to his mother, even if it meant losing his son! She realized whatever was happening to her was probably the worst thing she’d ever faced, but she reasoned it was probably for the best if she moved away from the toxicity. So she packed her belongings and left Susan’s home to live with her parents.
Several years went by and Abbie had raised Timothy on her own, giving him the finest of everything. Fortunately, she also healed from the pain of her toxic marriage with Jonathan and took the first step towards divorce and a happy life with her son as a single mother.
A few years after the divorce, she found love again when she crossed paths with a man named Edward at Timothy’s school. He was a widower with a daughter, Caroline. He and Abbie fell in love and got married.
Abbie felt her life was complete after marrying Edward. She had a wonderful family, an excellent job, two beautiful children, and a devoted husband. She never thought about the horrific past again until something unexpected happened one day…
Abbie took a drastic step and became a single mom. | Source: Pexels
After dropping Caroline and Timothy off at school, Abbie was on her way to work when she noticed an elderly woman dumpster diving for food.
“Good Lord!” she sighed as she came to a halt and glanced at the woman. “What misery did she go through to have to eat from a dumpster?”
Abbie reached into her handbag for cash and got out of the car to offer it to the woman. But as she got closer, something about the woman’s filthy clothes made her stop.
She recognized the woman’s coat and immediately came to a halt in the middle of the street until a car blew its horn, interrupting her thoughts. When the homeless woman turned around to face her, Abbie’s suspicions were confirmed.
“Good Lord! Susan?” she whispered in disbelief on seeing her mother-in-law in such a terrible condition. “Susan, what happened to you? What are you doing here?” she asked worriedly as she dashed over to her.
Mrs. Norris was looking through trash for food. | Source: Shutterstock
With tears in her eyes, the older woman stared at her. “Abbie? Forgive me for what I did, sweetheart,” she pleaded, bursting into tears. “Please forgive me! I’m starving! I haven’t eaten in days….” She fell at Abbie’s feet and wouldn’t stop crying.
Abbie never liked Susan, but she wasn’t so heartless that she would leave her like that on the streets. So she took a day off from work and accompanied the older woman to a restaurant.
As Susan finished eating, Abbie gently asked, “Susan, how did you end up like this? Where’s Jonathan?”
“All I can say is I paid for my sins, sweetheart,” she sighed, teary-eyed. “I lost everything I had. My Jonathan is no longer with me. He left me alone, and I was so miserable after that….”
Susan wouldn’t stop crying as she revealed that Jonathan was returning home from work one day when he was attacked and robbed by some hooligans. He tried to fight back, but he eventually succumbed to the injuries and died before reaching the hospital.
Jonathan’s death left Mrs. Norris miserable. | Source: Pexels
After the terrible accident, Susan almost lost her mind. Every night, she would sit for hours on her son’s bed, clutching his things and crying. She didn’t want to do anything or interact with anyone. She eventually gave up on life and began roaming the streets.
“I still have the house, but it’s so empty without him. It comes back to bite me when I go back there. I don’t want to be there. I want to run away from all the bad memories…All the bad things I did to you, oh, I regret them so much. Will you please forgive me? I beg of you!” she pleaded, trembling.
Seeing Susan’s dreadful situation, Abbie knew she had already had her fair share of suffering for her wrongdoings, so softening her heart for the older woman, she decided to let go of the past and forgive her.
“It’s all right, Susan,” she said. “I don’t have anything against you or Jonathan. In fact, I’m happy I went on with my life because I now have a beautiful husband and two wonderful children.”
Susan was surprised. “You remarried?”
Abbie was happy with her married life. | Source: Pexels
“Yes! And I am very happy with my life now,” Abbie replied, smiling.
Susan felt a tinge of jealousy, and she dropped her head in shame. But Abbie forgave her and decided to help her out, so Abbie started visiting her home and helping her around the house once in a while.
She also told Edward everything, and he was very sympathetic and supportive. Leaving the horrific past behind them, they now often invite Susan to their home and spend time with her so that she does not feel alone.
What can we learn from this story?
- One day, everyone pays the price for their wrongdoings. Susan ruined Abbie and Jonathan’s relationship and paid the price for it when she found herself all alone.
- Good things always happen to good people. Though Abbie’s divorce from Jonathan was devastating, it ultimately resulted in a much happier life for her and Timothy.
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I Was Sure It Was My Husband’s Daughter Living with Us Until I Came Home Early One Day
For years, I thought I’d never find love, until I met Aiden. But one quiet evening, a sound from upstairs revealed the truth: my charming husband and his “daughter” weren’t who they claimed to be.
At 49, I thought my life had finally come together. After years of focusing on my career and building my business empire, I had everything except someone to share it with. Then I met Aiden.
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He was charming in a way that felt honest, not flashy. With his warm brown eyes and easy smile, he made me feel seen. We met at a fundraiser, and our conversation flowed like we’d known each other forever.
“I’m not much for these events,” Aiden had said, sipping his wine. “But it was Emily’s idea. She says I need to get out more.”
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“Emily?” I asked.
“My daughter. She’s eighteen. It’s been just the two of us since my wife passed. She’s been my rock.”
Something in his voice, the way it softened when he said her name, tugged at my heart.
A smiling woman at an event | Source: Midjourney
Aiden swept me off my feet. He sent flowers to my office, planned quiet dinners, and always listened when I needed to vent about work.
“You make me feel like a teenager,” I told him one evening.
“Well, you make me feel alive again,” he replied, taking my hand.
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When he introduced me to Emily, I was nervous. I didn’t know how a teenage daughter would react to her father dating. But Emily was polite, almost shy.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her voice soft. “Dad talks about you all the time.”
She had a delicate, almost fragile look. Her big eyes that seemed too old for her age, like her mother’s passing made her lose her childish naiveté.
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“I’ve heard a lot about you, too,” I said, trying to break the ice. “All good things, of course.”
She smiled faintly. “He’s just happy. I haven’t seen him like this in years.”
Over the months, I grew close to both Aiden and Emily. Aiden was kind, dependable, and attentive. And Emily? She was reserved but sweet. She’d join us for family dinners, but she mostly kept to herself, studying or reading.
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One evening, Aiden mentioned they were having trouble with their house.
“The roof needs repairs,” he explained. “It’s been one thing after another since Liz passed. I’m starting to feel like I’m cursed.”
“Why don’t you both stay with me while it’s fixed?” I offered.
A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney
Aiden hesitated. “Are you sure? That’s a big step.”
“Of course,” I said. “You’re practically family already.”
They moved in a week later. Eventually, after two months of living together, we realized we couldn’t wait to be together forever and got married.
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At first, my marriage seemed perfect. Aiden cooked breakfast most mornings, and Emily would shyly thank me when I left snacks on the counter for her or brought her little gifts.
But there were little things about Emily that I couldn’t quite figure out. She didn’t seem to have many friends, and when I asked about school, she’d give vague answers.
“It’s just boring stuff,” she’d say. “You wouldn’t want to hear about it.”
A woman studying and looking to her side | Source: Pexels
“She’s always been private,” Aiden explained when I brought it up. “It’s her way of coping, I think.”
Still, something felt… off. I dismissed it, telling myself I was overthinking. They’d been through a lot. It wasn’t my place to judge.
Then came that evening.
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I’d planned a surprise for Aiden. A special dinner to celebrate our first year together. Leaving work early, I let myself in, expecting the usual quiet hum of the house.
Instead, I heard laughter coming from upstairs. My heart skipped a beat as a voice rang out, “Does she really wear this?!”
Before I could process what was happening, one of my dresses came flying down from the second floor, landing in a heap on the living room floor.
Shocked, I rushed upstairs.
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When I reached the bedroom, the door was slightly ajar. Through the crack, I saw Aiden and Emily sitting on the bed.
My jewelry box was open between them, and one of my diamond necklaces glinted in Emily’s hands. Around them, my things were scattered: cash, watches, and small valuables I hadn’t even realized were missing.
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At first, I froze. Were they tidying up? Planning a surprise? I tried to make sense of it, but something about the scene felt wrong. Emily’s bag sat open, half-full with what looked like my belongings.
“Careful,” Aiden said, his tone low. “Don’t forget the bottom drawer. There’s more in there.”
Emily laughed softly. “I know, I know. This is way easier than the last time.”
A woman digging in a jewelry box | Source: Midjourney
My heart plummeted. The last time?
I backed away slowly, my breath caught in my throat. They hadn’t seen me, and I wasn’t about to let them know I was there. Quietly, I crept down the stairs, my mind racing.
Once I was safely in the living room, I grabbed my phone and activated the security system. With a few taps, I locked the bedroom door, trapping them inside.
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I called Sarah, my detective friend, my hands shaking as I explained what I’d seen.
“They’re in my bedroom, packing my valuables,” I whispered. “I locked them in with my security system. Sarah, I think they’re stealing from me.”
“Stay calm,” she said, her voice firm. “Call the police right now. I’ll head over and meet you there.”
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When I hung up, I dialed 911, my voice trembling as I explained the situation. The dispatcher assured me officers were on their way.
From my phone, I pulled up the security camera feed of the bedroom. Aiden was yanking at the door handle, his face tense. Emily paced the room, gesturing wildly.
“What the hell is going on?” Emily snapped.
A panicked man trying to open the bedroom door | Source: Midjourney
“The door’s locked!” Aiden barked. “I don’t know how, but she must’ve done this.”
Emily’s voice rose. “You said she wouldn’t catch on! This was supposed to be easy!”
I clenched my fists, anger and betrayal simmering beneath the surface. They’d played me for a fool, but their little game was over.
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When the police arrived, I let them in and directed them to the bedroom. Two officers went upstairs, while I stood in the foyer with Sarah, my legs trembling.
Minutes later, Aiden and Emily were brought downstairs, their hands cuffed behind their backs. Aiden’s face was unreadable, but Emily glared at me with thinly veiled hatred.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Aiden asked, his voice sharp but measured.
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“You tell me,” I said coldly, crossing my arms.
One of the officers held up Emily’s bag. “We found these,” he said, showing the cash, jewelry, and watches inside. “Care to explain?”
Emily’s façade cracked first. “Fine! We were going to take them, okay?” she snapped. “But it’s not like she even notices half this stuff!”
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“Emily!” Aiden hissed, but it was too late.
“Emily?” the officer said, his voice steady despite the storm inside. “That’s funny, considering your real name isn’t even Emily.”
I stared at them in shock. “How do you know that?”
“They are thieves. Con artists. Did this in several states and escaped every time. Well, until they ran into you, ma’am.”
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I nodded.
“We found multiple IDs in their belongings. Names don’t match. And her date of birth? Doesn’t make her eighteen. She’s thirty-two.”
The room spun for a moment. 32. Aiden had told me she was just a teenager. My skin prickled with disgust.
A disgusted woman in her living room | Source: Midjourney
The officers pressed Aiden for more information, and under pressure, he finally broke. “It’s not what you think,” he muttered, avoiding my eyes. “We needed the money. You don’t understand—”
“I don’t understand?” I interrupted, my voice rising. “I welcomed you into my home! I trusted you! And all this time, you’ve been lying to me?”
Sarah stepped in, her expression grim. “We’ve seen cases like this before. They pose as a family, target someone wealthy, and rob them blind.”
A serious woman in her living room | Source: Midjourney
“They’re good at it,” one of the officers added. “Too good. We’ll need to look through the evidence, but there’s already enough here to charge them.”
As the police led Aiden and Emily to the door, Aiden turned back to me, his mask of charm completely gone.
“You’re going to regret this,” he said, his voice cold.
An angry man in handcuffs | Source: Midjourney
I stared him down, refusing to flinch. “No, Aiden. You are.”
Emily, now tearful, looked back at me. “We didn’t mean to hurt you,” she mumbled.
I didn’t respond. I wasn’t going to waste another ounce of emotion on them.
That night, after the house was quiet again, I sat alone in the living room. The weight of what had happened settled over me like a heavy blanket.
A sad thoughtful woman in her living room | Source: Midjourney
They’d deceived me so thoroughly, playing on my need for love and connection.
For days, I replayed the little moments I’d overlooked. Emily’s vague answers. Aiden’s reluctance to share details about his past. The way they always seemed to know exactly what to say.
Sarah came by later that week. “You’re not the first person they’ve targeted,” she said. “And you wouldn’t have been the last. But you stopped them. That’s what matters.”
Two friends talking | Source: Midjourney
She was right, but it didn’t make the betrayal hurt any less.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that trust is a dangerous gift. I gave mine too easily, and it nearly cost me everything.
Still, I refuse to let them define my future. They may have stolen my time and my trust, but they couldn’t steal my strength.
A hopeful woman | Source: Midjourney
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