Lady, we all heard her
You didn’t even give her a chance to explain before cutting her off
“Exactly. She cried all night–what else could she have done?”
“So you screw over your own son and expect his wife to take the blame?!”
My mother–in–law swayed slightly, the weight of the accusations hitting her.
“Fine,” I murmured, my voice trembling.
“If you really think I killed Andrew… go ahead and call the cops.”
Tears streamed down my face, my sorrow painted for everyone to see.
What’s more tragic than a grieving widow getting accused by her own in–laws?
Just as my mother–in–law was about to agree, my father–in–law grabbed her arm, shaking his head urgently.
Whatever she had been about to say died on her lips.
When they finally saw Andrew’s body, they broke down, sobbing so hard they could barely breathe.
Meanwhile, I took care of everything–calling family, making arrangements.
“Hey, Aunt Claire, it’s me… Andrew was in an accident.”
“Yeah… he’s gone.”
“Last night.”
One by one, I called every relative.
Then, when no one was looking, I hummed a little tune to myself.
We couldn’t just leave Andrew’s body sitting in the hospital forever.
His parents were too grief–stricken to function, so I had to take care of it all.
The cremation, picking out a burial plot–I pushed through my “grief and handled everything.
People noticed. I earned their sympathy.
The police finished their investigation, too.
A rainy night.
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A drunk driver
Andrew had mistaken the gas pedal for the brakes and crashed into a guardrail
A tragic accident.
Andrew had only been dead a week when his parents kicked me out.
“You’re not part of this family anymore!”
“This house? Andrew bought it! You don’t get to take anything!”
“Get out, you damn curse!”
“You killed our son–now you wanna kill us too?!”
I begged them to let me stay, pleaded with my mother–in–law.”
“But she was ruthless.”
“She wouldn’t even let me pack a bag before shoving me out the door.”
“Scram! We never want to see you again!”
I knew why they were in such a hurry.
Andrew’s mistress was pregnant.
They couldn’t wait to bring her in and treat her like royalty.
But I still had that fat insurance check coming my way, and this show wasn’t over yet.
So I did what any heartbroken widow would do.
I dropped to my knees on the doorstep, sobbing for the whole neighborhood to see.
“Please, Mom!”
“Andrew was my husband–I want to take care of you! Just let me stay!”
People gathered, whispering among themselves.
“Jesus, Mrs. Davis your son just died, and now you’re kicking his wife out?”
“Don’t you have a heart?”
“Exactly! Jennifer’s been nothing but good to you!”
“This is cold as hell.”
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My mother–in–law shot me a murderous glare, then turned to the crowd with her beat grieving mother, her
“None of your damn business! She’s freeloaded off us for years!”
“Am I supposed to keep supporting her after my son’s gone?”
“She couldn’t even give us grandkids! That’s on her!”
With that, she slammed the door in my face.
The neighbors kept shaking their heads, muttering under their breath.
I wiped my tears, thanked them for their kindness, and walked away, alone.
But now?
Now I wasn’t worried about her coming after that million–dollar payout.
I borrowed some cash from a friend and booked a hotel for the month.
First order of business–a long, hot shower.
Then? The best sleep I’d had in years.
Next morning, I woke up early and hit the mall.
New clothes, new look, new life.
Three years of marriage, and the only time I ever got new clothes was for the holidays.
My mother–in–law always said shopping was a “waste of money.”
I met up with my best friend from before I got married.
She knew all about Andrew. When she saw me, she smirked.
“Wow. You look like a brand–new woman.”
I grinned. “That’s because I am.”
And then–of all people–I ran into Andrew’s parents.
And his pregnant mistress.
There she was, five months along, clinging to my mother–in–law’s arm.
My father–in–law trailed behind, arms weighed down with shopping bags.
Luxury baby gear.
The expensive stuff.
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No dodging them now.
The second my mother in law spotted me, her face twisted with disgust.
She instinctively shielded the mistress, like I was some kind of threat.
“Jennifer?! Are you STALKING us?!”
I rolled my eyes.
This old hag seriously needs to stop flattering herself.
Andrew’s dead, and my act is over.
No need to keep up the perfect daughter–in–law charade.
I was about to snap back when my bestie beat me
to it.
“This mall yours, old lady?”
“You think you get to shop here, but we don’t?”
Her gaze landed on the mistress, and she gasped dramatically, covering her mouth in fake shock.
“Oh my God. Your son just died, and you’re already parading around his illegitimate daughter? Wow, just wow.”
With that one sentence, my bestie cemented the mistress’s status as the homewrecker’s kid.
People passing by slowed down, intrigued by the drama unfolding before them.
My mother–in–law’s face turned an ugly shade of red, while my father–in–law looked downright embarrassed.
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