My Daughter-in-Law Threw Me Out of My Own Home and Told My Son It Was My Idea — But She Didn’t Know I Held a Dark Secret About Her

“I never used it. Didn’t know what it was for.”

“Well, now we do.”

We strapped it around Mr.

Whiskers’ neck, Pat’s grumpy tuxedo cat, and opened the side gate. “Be sneaky,” I whispered. Pat rolled her eyes.

“He’s a cat, Estel. Sneaky’s his whole personality.”

We eased open the window and let him slip inside. On Pat’s laptop, we watched the feed: hallway… kitchen… voices.

Chloe’s voice. “Oh, Brad… Lach’s still in Oregon. And I finally got Estel out.

So glad we can spend more time together now.”

Giggles followed. Then sounds—clear, unmistakable sounds. Pat choked on her tea.

We saved the video. Then set up a projector, a white sheet, and a perfectly timed moment. Friday night.

Lach’s flight landed at 6:10. Chloe was outside “watering” her fake flowers. The kids were still at chess club.

At 7:01 PM, Lach’s car pulled into the driveway. I met him at the edge of the lawn. “Ma?” he said, surprised.

“I thought…”

“I need to show you something, son.”

He followed me to the backyard. Pat started the projector. On the sheet, there was Chloe in my kitchen, arms around Brad, voice loud and breathy:

“Let’s make it quick.

Lach’s not back till tomorrow.”Continue reading…