My family’s feud with the neighbors had lasted for decades, filled with constant arguments and petty battles. I thought I’d left it all behind, but coming home for Christmas brought the chaos back. Then I saw him again—the man I wasn’t supposed to care about—and everything became even more complicated.
I couldn’t remember how it started or what caused the very first fight, but the Rogers family had been the main enemy of my family ever since we moved into this house 20 years ago.
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It felt like every day brought a new reason for conflict—whether it was the placement of the fence, an offhand comment, or even the weather.
At first, it was just my dad and Mr. Rogers bickering, their raised voices carrying across the yard.
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My mom, ever the optimist, tried baking pies for Mrs. Rogers or complimenting her garden.
But the day Mrs. Rogers accidentally trampled my mom’s beloved roses, all attempts at peace were over.
For me, though, it was different. I had Mike. He was my age, and despite the feud, we became secret friends. We knew the truth would only cause trouble.
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Everything changed one day when we were both 14. I came home and froze as I saw my parents, red-faced and shouting in the living room.
“How could you be friends with that boy?!” my dad yelled, slamming his hand on the table.
“After everything that family has done to us?!” my mom added, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
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“What? I don’t understand…” I said, my voice shaking.
“Don’t play innocent with us!” my dad snapped. “We caught that boy climbing the tree to your window. He said he wanted to surprise you for your birthday!”
I stared at them, stunned. “I didn’t—” The words caught in my throat.
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“You will not see him again,” my mom said firmly, pointing toward my room.
“But why?!” I shouted, my chest tightening. “Why can’t I be friends with Mike just because you can’t stand the Rogers?!”
“That family has caused us enough trouble!” my dad bellowed.
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“Mike hasn’t done anything wrong!” I shot back. “And don’t act like you’re saints. You’ve done awful things to them too!”
“Go to your room!” my dad roared. “You’re grounded! No more Mike—ever!”
Furious, I ran to my room and slammed the door so hard the walls seemed to shake. Every few minutes, I glanced out the window, hoping to see Mike.
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When his light finally came on, I felt a flicker of hope, but then he pulled his curtains shut without even looking my way. My chest ached as I cried until I couldn’t anymore.
At school the next day, I tried to talk to him, but he turned away like I wasn’t even there.
Soon, his friends started spreading cruel rumors. I knew Mike could stop it if he wanted, but he didn’t say a word.
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The lies grew worse, and I couldn’t take it anymore. When my parents saw how much it hurt me, they decided I needed to switch schools.
Many years have passed since then. I was almost 30 now, far from that 14-year-old girl, but some wounds lingered.
The sting of those childhood memories wasn’t as sharp, but they hadn’t completely faded either.
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Sometimes I wondered why I still cared at all, especially since no one else seemed to have changed.
When I came home for Christmas, the first sight that greeted me was my dad and Mr. Rogers standing outside, yelling at each other.
“Your decorations aren’t even a meter tall!” Mr. Rogers yelled, pointing at our yard.
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“Well, your lights couldn’t even light up a closet!” my dad shot back, crossing his arms.
“Hi, Dad,” I said, dragging my suitcase past them, but he didn’t even glance my way.
“Of course, Mr. Rogers is more important than your daughter, who you haven’t seen in six months,” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes.
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Inside, I found my mom peering out the kitchen window.
“Hi, Mom,” I said, setting my bag down.
“Oh, Alice, come look!” she said, waving me over with urgency. “I think that woman stole my pie recipe!”
I stepped up to the window, confused. “What are you talking about?”
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“Look at her! She’s using the same spices as me!” Mom declared, pointing at Mrs. Rogers.
“How can you even see that from here?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I know it!” she insisted, shaking her head.
“This is ridiculous,” I said, turning to leave for my old room.
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Everything in my room was exactly as I had left it. The posters still hung on the walls, and my old books sat neatly on the shelves.
I wandered to the window, glancing outside. Across the yard, a light shone in Mike’s room, catching my attention.
My heart skipped as he appeared in the window. I hadn’t seen him in many years.
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Mom said he went abroad to study and then stayed there. He looked so different—no longer the boy I once knew, but a man, confident and undeniably handsome.
I raised my hand, giving him a small wave. For a second, I thought he might wave back.
Instead, he pulled his curtains closed, shutting me out completely. My chest tightened, anger bubbling up.
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How could he? We had been friends once, yet he ignored me now like I didn’t exist.
That evening, after my parents finally stopped bickering with the Rogers, we ate dinner in tense silence.
The next morning, Mom handed me a shopping list. “We need this for Christmas dinner,” she said.
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After I finished shopping and walked to the parking lot, I stopped short. There he was—Mike.
“Hey,” I said, stepping toward him. Mike glanced at me but kept walking, ignoring me completely.
“Seriously?” I snapped. “I should be the one ignoring you after everything you did to me!”
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Mike froze, then turned to face me, his eyes blazing. “After everything I did?” he shouted.
“Oh, so you can talk?” I yelled back. “Yes, after what you did! You ignored me, let your friends spread lies about me, and then you just disappeared abroad without a word!”
“Are you kidding me? Don’t pretend you don’t know,” Mike said, his voice rising. “You lied to your parents and told them I was stealing from you! I got grounded for a month because of that! And I liked you, Alice—I was in love with you!”
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“What are you even talking about?” I shouted, throwing up my hands. “I defended you! I got grounded for standing up for you! Where did you get that crazy idea?”
“My dad told me,” Mike said, his tone harsh but uncertain now.
“Your dad, the same guy who hates my family?” I asked, shaking my head. “And you believed him?”
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Mike looked down, his shoulders tense. “I felt betrayed,” he admitted. “And he said he wouldn’t pay for college if I kept seeing you.”
“They threatened me too,” I said, my voice softer now, “but I still tried. You acted like I didn’t exist. And now, almost 30 years old, you’re still holding onto this?”
Mike sighed, his voice low. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have believed him. I was a jerk.”
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“Better late than never,” I said with a faint smile. “Want to grab a bite to eat?”
“I’d love to,” Mike replied, his face relaxing into a small smile.
As we walked toward a nearby café, I teased, “So, you were in love with me?”
“Shut up,” he said, grinning.
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The days before Christmas passed quickly as Mike and I spent every moment we could together.
It felt like being kids again, sneaking around to avoid our parents, sharing stories, and laughing at memories we thought we had forgotten. We talked about everything, making up for lost time.
One evening, just before Christmas, Mike grinned at me. “Let’s climb the tree, like old times,” he said. I couldn’t resist.
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“Hope there’s mistletoe up there,” Mike said, grinning as he climbed the tree.
I laughed, glancing up at him. “Still in love with me?” I teased, keeping my voice light.
Mike stopped climbing for a moment and looked down at me. “All over again,” he said, his voice serious. I felt my cheeks flush and looked away, trying to focus on the next branch.
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We climbed higher, but suddenly, I heard a crack. “Mike, wait—” I started, but it was too late.
The branch beneath his foot snapped, and he fell straight onto me. We hit the ground with a thud, tangled together in a heap.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice breathless.
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I nodded, then burst out laughing. “You’ve gained weight,” I said, looking at him with mock judgment.
“I’m light as a feather,” he shot back, holding my gaze.
We both stopped laughing, the air between us changing. His face was so close I could see every detail.
Slowly, he leaned in and kissed me. I smiled against his lips, my heart pounding.
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“What on earth is going on?!” my dad’s voice roared from behind us.
“This is outrageous!” Mrs. Rogers shrieked.
We scrambled to our feet, turning to see our parents glaring at each other.
“How dare you touch my daughter?!” my mom shouted, stepping forward.
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The yelling grew louder, insults flying back and forth. Mike and I exchanged a look of pure frustration.
“Enough!” Mike yelled, his voice cutting through the chaos. “I’m sick of your fights! You’re adults, but you act like children! Alice and I aren’t teenagers anymore, and I won’t let you interfere in our lives!”
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me toward his car.
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“Where are you going?!” Mrs. Rogers shouted.
“If you can’t behave, we’ll spend Christmas Eve at a hotel!” Mike called. “Anywhere is better than here!”
We checked into the only hotel in town. It was small, with an artificial fireplace in the room. We sat by it, letting the silence settle around us.
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“I didn’t expect that speech from you,” I said, glancing at Mike.
He looked at the flames. “I’ve had enough of their fights. It was one of the reasons I moved abroad. I thought I could escape it all. But leaving meant losing you, and I won’t let that happen again.”
His words made me smile. I leaned in and kissed him softly, but a knock at the door interrupted us.
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Mike stood up to open it, and to our shock, all four parents were there.
“We’re sorry,” my dad said, looking awkward.
“We shouldn’t have reacted that way,” Mr. Rogers added.
“You’re adults, and we can’t tell you what to do,” Mrs. Rogers admitted.
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“Now get your butts back home for Christmas Eve dinner,” my mom said firmly.
“You won’t fight?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“We’ll manage for one evening,” my mom promised.
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“If we’re dating, it’ll be more than one evening,” Mike said, squeezing my hand.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” my dad muttered.
We laughed, left the hotel, and returned home. Dinner still had its moments of tension, but it felt like progress.
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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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