I thought my mother-in-law’s passive-aggressive comments were bad, but then I saw her on national television say something that left me in shock. What happened next? Let’s just say she had it coming.
My mother-in-law, Charlene, has never been my biggest fan. In fact, she’s been almost obsessed with destroying me ever since her precious son, Holden, put the ring on my finger. It was subtle—well, most of the time.
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Sarcastic comments about how Holden was so much happier when he was dating his high school sweetheart. It became a story I heard almost every time we sat down for a family meal.
“Holden and Sarah were perfect together. Remember how she used to make him such lovely pies?”
No, Charlene. I wasn’t there because Holden and I are married now.
But I was always nice. “Oh, I’m sure Sarah was wonderful,” I’d say with a smile so narrow it hurt. And when she “accidentally” called me Sarah? I didn’t care. It’s all good, isn’t it?
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About a month ago, I was flipping through the channels, coffee in hand, just trying to enjoy some peace and quiet. It was a quiet Saturday morning, and I was flipping through the channels, coffee in hand, just trying to enjoy some peace and quiet.
I stumbled upon one of those overly dramatic daytime talk shows—you know, the ones where people air their dirty laundry for a chance at fifteen minutes of fame. I wasn’t paying much attention until I spotted a familiar face on the screen.
Charlene. I froze.
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“It’s impossible,” I whispered, leaning closer.
Yes, that’s right. There she was, my dear mother-in-law, sitting on the set, looking like she was about to cause a scandal. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I might still be half asleep.
But no. It was Charlene in all her glory. Dressed as if she were going to the Oscars, she was chatting with the host as if they were best friends. My curiosity piqued, I turned up the volume, and the words that came out of her mouth nearly made me choke on my coffee.
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“I just want a real woman for my son. Someone who can give him the life he deserves,” she said.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
At first, I thought, “This can’t possibly be Holden.” Maybe she was talking about another one of her poor sons. But what she said next was beyond my wildest imagination.
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“My son is a widower,” Charlene announced dramatically, pausing.
I almost choked. Widowed? What the hell was she talking about? Last time I checked, I was very much alive, breathing, and, oh yeah, still MARRIED to his son!
I sat up on the couch, my heart pounding.
“Holden’s last wife,” she said with a fake sad smile, “was nice, but honestly? She wasn’t right for him. She didn’t know how to take care of my son like a real woman should. I waited for him to find someone… worthy of our family.”
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I blinked. Not right for him? DEAD WIFE?!
I watched the television in utter disbelief. This woman was going on national television to announce my fake death and drag my name through the mud. And for what? To find a replacement for her son? As if I were an expired milk carton she could throw away?
Charlene continued, her voice growing more dramatic with each word. “He deserves someone who can give him the life he really wants. A family. Children. I’m just trying to help him get over his loss and find the perfect woman to replace the one he lost.”
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I was shaking. THE ONE HE LOST?
I didn’t know whether to scream, cry, or throw something. Instead, I grabbed my phone and hit record. This was too crazy not to have proof. I needed Holden to see this. When the clip ended, I sat there for a minute, staring at the screen, trying to collect myself. Charlene had gone completely delusional.
That night, when Holden came home, I didn’t even say hello. I shoved my phone in his face, pressed play, and watched his expression go from confusion to absolute fury.
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“What’s this?” he fumed, his eyes almost bulging.
“Oh, it’s just your mother going on TV to declare me dead and find you a new wife. It’s not a big deal.”
“What did she do?” he asked, stunned.
“We’re going to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget,” I said with a smile, the wheels of revenge beginning to turn in my mind.
And that’s where the plan was born.
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The next morning, the scene was set.
Holden grabs his phone and puts on his best devastated-son voice. He takes a deep breath, then dials Charlene’s number.
“Mom,” he began, his voice breaking. “I… I have terrible news.”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before Charlene asked, “Holden? What is it? What happened?”
Holden sighed, looking like he was struggling to hold it together. “You were right, Mom. Something horrible happened to my wife. She… she’s gone. She’s dead.”
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I could hear Charlene’s sharp breathing from where I lay on the couch. Holden was holding her breath.
“What?! No! Holden, no!” she cried, her voice immediately rising in panic. “What do you mean? How could this happen?!”
Holden cleared his throat, trying to sound as sad as possible. “It’s just… it happened so suddenly. You said it yourself, she wasn’t the one, and now… now she’s gone.”
Charlene moaned on the other end of the line, her voice breaking. “Oh, my God! This is all my fault! I never wanted any of this! I—”
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“Mom,” Holden interrupts, “you have to come. Now. Please.”
“I’m coming! I’m coming right now!” Charlene yelled. Then the line went dead.
I looked at Holden, who was doing his best to stifle a laugh. “She believed it,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
I raised an eyebrow at Holden, who threw his phone on the table. “You have a knack for this,” I said, barely holding back a laugh.
I propped my feet up on the coffee table, perfectly calm and alive, waiting for the show to begin. “Of course she believed it. Let’s see how she handles this little twist.”
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An hour later, we heard the front door slam. Charlene burst into the living room like a whirlwind, mascara running down her cheeks, her eyes panicked.
“Where is she? What happened to her?” she cried, looking frantically around, as if expecting to find me lying in a coffin, draped in black.
But instead, there I was, sitting on the couch, sipping tea and scrolling through my phone like it was any other Saturday morning.
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Her eyes locked on mine, and her face drained of color. She froze, her mouth open as her brain tried to process what she was seeing. At first, she seemed confused, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. Then it clicked.
She had been played.
I raised my teacup, giving her a small smile. “Good morning, Charlene. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Charlene brought her hands to her mouth. “But… but… you…” she stammered.
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Holden stood up and faced her, his gaze cold and unyielding. “You should think before you open your mouth, Mom. Did you think your little ‘widow’ stunt would make her magically disappear?”
Charlene blinked, her brain trying to comprehend. “I didn’t mean to…” She stopped, choking on her words.
“I didn’t want what?” Holden fumed. “For me to think my wife was dead? For you to go on national television and say she’s gone, just so you can start looking for a replacement?”
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“I was just trying to help you, Holden!” Charlene cried, her hands shaking. “You deserve better! You deserve someone who can give you…”
“No!” Holden’s voice was cold, his eyes hard as steel. “You’ve crossed the line, Mom.”
Charlene’s lips quivered. “I just wanted what was best for you! She’s…”
“She’s my wife,” Holden said, cutting her off. “And if you can’t respect that , then you and I are done.”
Charlene’s eyes widened, her whole body trembled. “I didn’t mean to do that! You don’t understand…”
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“Oh, I understand completely,” Holden said, his voice sharp as a knife. “You wanted to control me. Control us. But here’s the thing, you don’t get to decide my life. I do.”
Charlene started to speak again, but Holden silenced her with an icy stare. “And if you pull something like that again, I’ll be the one on TV… looking for a new mother. One who actually respects me.”
The room fell silent.
Charlene’s face fell as she realized how wrong she’d been. She looked at me, then at Holden, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something—anything—that might make things right.
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But it was too late.
Without another word, Charlene turned on her heel and stumbled out, her sobs echoing down the hallway.
I let out a small whistle, shaking my head. “Well, that was… something.”
Holden sat down next to me, rubbing his temples. “I can’t believe she did that.”
I chuckled, handing her my cup of tea. “At least she knows now. Playing stupid games, winning stupid prizes.”
He drank tea, staring out the window. Then, with a half-smile, he turned to me and said, “Perhaps next time we’ll have a real funeral. For his illusions.”
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