My Mother-in-law Fed Me “special Soup” That Caused My Three Miscarriages. I Caught Her On A Hidden Camera In A Hydrangea Vase. How Should I Execute My Final Revenge?
The Suspicion
After 5 years of a trying marriage, Eleanor Vance had failed to carry a child to term. Now pregnant for the fourth time, she accidentally discovered a strange perfume on her husband’s jacket and an unusual setting in his car.
Slowly, she uncovered that her husband was cheating on her with a young pregnant woman who had the full support of his family. Worse still, a hidden camera revealed that her mother-in-law was the mastermind behind it all.
The climax came with her husband’s accidental confession of his complicity with his mother in exchange for a male heir to carry on the family legacy. What did Eleanor Vance do? How did she manage to turn the tables, and how will this fascinating story unfold?
After three miscarriages, the wife secretly placed a camera in a vase, and the recorded footage left her frozen in horror. 5 years of marriage, and Eleanor Vance had been on the gynecologist examination table countless times, but this was the first time she had felt such intense hope. She was already in her fourth month, and the fetus in her womb was developing steadily.
It was a miracle after three painful losses. James Parker, her husband, couldn’t join her as usual, citing an urgent meeting, but he had called giving her detailed instructions in a voice as warm and loving as when they first met. Eleanor smiled, telling herself that as long as the baby was safe, all her sacrifices were worth it.
She drove herself back to their sprawling home in Westchester County, just outside of New York City, considered the happy home of the young CEO and the talented interior designer. Everything would have remained a picture-perfect image if she hadn’t decided to go to the underground parking garage first while James went to throw away some empty water bottles.
She opened the passenger door, intending to recline the seat a bit to rest, but as she sat down, her knee bumped uncomfortably against the glove compartment. Eleanor paused; a strange feeling crept into her mind. She was nearly 5’7″ and 4 months pregnant. She always had the habit of pushing the seat all the way back for maximum space, but the current distance, so tight and confined, was clearly not for her.
It seemed to fit a woman of a much smaller build perfectly. In a fleeting instant, a conclusion as sharp as a knife cut through Eleanor’s heart. Another woman had been sitting in this seat; a petite woman no taller than 5’3″ had been in her husband’s car right in the position that belonged only to her. James had no close female friends; this she knew very well.
Eleanor took a deep breath, trying to quell the tremor rising from the depths of her soul. She silently adjusted the seat back to her original position. A few minutes later, James got into the car, leaned over, and gently placed his hand on her belly, saying in a loving voice,
“Daddy’s little darling, were you good today? What did the doctor say, my love?”
Eleanor forced the corners of her lips into a smile. Her voice was calm.
“He’s very healthy. All the tests are fine.”
She turned her face to the window, pretending to admire the passing scenery to hide the look in her eyes that had already turned complex.
The Scent of Betrayal
That evening after dinner, James received a call and hurried into his home office. Eleanor finished cleaning up, passed by the laundry room, and saw the jacket he had just taken off. Unconsciously, she picked it up, and a strange, sweet, yet unfamiliar scent hit her nose.
It was the ethereal aroma of gardenia, a woman’s perfume, definitely not the one she used. Eleanor’s heart plunged into an abyss. The seat position could have been accidentally adjusted by the car wash attendant, but for this perfume, there was no other reasonable explanation.
She stood motionless in the laundry room; the designer jacket in her hand suddenly felt heavy. The home office door opened, and James came out. Seeing her standing there, he smiled and came to hug her from behind. His voice was still as warm as a summer day.
“Why are you standing here, honey? I’m done with work. Let’s go to bed soon. We have to take care of our baby’s health too.”
His embrace sent a chill down her spine. She gently pushed him away, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible, looking him straight in the eye.
“James, your jacket smells like a strange perfume.”
James paused slightly. A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes so fast that if you weren’t looking closely, you wouldn’t notice. He immediately brought the jacket to his nose. Then he laughed naturally.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. I met with Mrs. Thompson, our business partner, this afternoon to discuss the new contract. It must have rubbed off on me by accident. You women are so sensitive, really.”
He explained it perfectly seamlessly, even joking with her intimately. But Eleanor Vance couldn’t smile. She knew Mrs. Thompson, a woman in her 50s who was always distant and extremely professional. It was impossible for her to wear such a youthful perfume, let alone for the scent to cling so intensely by accident.
A crack had appeared in the wall of trust she had built over the past 5 years. That night, lying next to her husband who slept soundly with even breaths, Eleanor couldn’t fall asleep. She stared at the dark ceiling, feeling enveloped in loneliness and fear. The worst nightmare wasn’t the darkness, but realizing that the light she had trusted for so long was just an elaborate play.
