I Worked Three Jobs To Support My Paralyzed Mother-in-law. I Came Home Early And Found Her Dancing While My Husband Filmed Her. How Should I Get Revenge?

The Miracle Cure

That night at the police station, I wrote my statement. Every detail, every pain, every word was like opening a wound but also like removing a tumor. When I finished, I knew I had closed that chapter of my life forever. I left the station at dawn. The cold air was pure and clean.

News of Kevin’s arrest for attempted murder and insurance fraud spread like wildfire. The next day at the office, I witnessed a tragic comedy. Helen, my paralytic mother-in-law, upon hearing the news, stormed into my workplace to cause a scene. She appeared disheveled but without a cane and without a limp. She burst in screaming,

“You bitch! Give me back my son! You framed him, you snake!”

Security guards tried to stop her but she had surprising strength. She thrashed around shouting,

“Help! My daughter-in-law killed my son! She put him in jail!”

I watched her calmly. My colleagues and clients gathered around, some recording with their phones. I approached her and said loudly,

“Mom, you look so well today. Weren’t you paralyzed? Didn’t you need help even to go to the bathroom? And now you’re fighting like a champion with the guards.”

My words froze her. She looked down at her firm legs then at the crowd. She blushed and then turned pale. In her rage, she had forgotten her role as an invalid. She tried to fake a faint but it was too late. The videos had already captured her miraculous recovery.

I told the crowd,

“Look closely. This is the paralyzed mother-in-law I served for months. She and her son planned to kill me for a $1 million insurance policy. Now that he’s been caught, she comes here to put on a show.”

Laughter and looks of contempt were directed at her. What an actress! Strong as an ox and she played sick. Like father like son. What evil. Overwhelmed by shame, Helen let out a shriek and ran off, even forgetting to fake her limp. The video went viral.

The divorce proceedings were swift. I walked into the courtroom with my head held high. Kevin, in the defendant’s box wearing a prison uniform, looked like he had aged 10 years. He didn’t dare look at me. With the evidence against him, he confessed. He was sentenced to 15 years in prison for attempted murder and fraud.

As for the divorce, the judge awarded me all my premarital assets, including the apartment. The money from our joint account was mostly allocated to me as compensation. Kevin left not only empty-handed but with a huge debt and a long sentence. The half-million-dollar house, of course, never existed. When he found out, he screamed with rage in his cell, hating himself for falling for his own greed.

Amber also had a bitter end. She gave birth to a boy but a DNA test for paternity revealed he was not Kevin’s son. It turned out that while she was with him she was also in a relationship with another man. Upon learning this, Helen had an anxiety attack. Her dream of an heir and a life of wealth went up in smoke. Now homeless, with her son in prison, she lived on the charity of distant relatives, enduring the scorn of her town.

Leaving the courthouse, I took a deep breath. The sky was an intense blue. I didn’t look back. The past was buried. I didn’t hate them; they were already paying their price. The greatest punishment is not prison but remorse and loneliness. I took a cab to the airport. Please. I was about to start a new journey, not to run away but to find myself.