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 Silent Struggle

Just then, James’s footsteps were heard outside the bedroom door, followed by his voice.

“Honey, Mom brought you soup. Get up and have some while it’s hot.”

Eleanor quickly turned off the phone screen, trying to regulate her breathing. She turned to face her husband, forcing a weak smile. But downstairs, Carol’s voice rang out clear and full of love, a voice that now sounded like the call of death.

“Eleanor, come down and have some hot soup. I’ve been simmering it for you all morning.”

Eleanor Vance felt a shiver run down her spine, but on her face, she struggled to maintain her composure. She leaned on James’s arm, slowly walking down the stairs, each step like treading on broken glass. Carol was sitting on the sofa. Seeing her daughter-in-law, she stood up hastily, holding the bowl of steaming soup, and said with a smile,

“Come on, my dear. Come and sit down. Have it while it’s hot. After this bowl, you’ll be as strong as an ox.”

Eleanor took the bowl. Her hands trembled intentionally as if she were deeply moved, and her palms were covered in cold sweat. She couldn’t drink that soup, but she couldn’t refuse it directly without arousing suspicion either. An idea flashed through her mind.

As she turned to go to the dining table, her foot accidentally tripped on the edge of the rug. She let out a cry, and her whole body stumbled forward. The soup in her hands flew out, splashing all over the marble floor, and the bowl shattered into pieces. The strong smell of chicken soup filled the space.

Carol and James rushed to her side at the same time, but their concerns were completely different. Carol, distressed, checked her hands and legs, her voice full of pity.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay? Did you get burned?”

Meanwhile, James looked at the mess on the floor and blurted out a complaint.

“Why are you so clumsy? Mom’s soup that she worked so hard on is all spilled.”

Eleanor lowered her head, her voice filled with remorse and fear.

“I… I’m sorry, Mom. It wasn’t on purpose. I guess I just felt a little dizzy.”

The moment Carol turned to get a cloth, Eleanor, quick as lightning, used a clean tissue she had hidden in her jacket pocket to absorb a bit of the spilled soup from an area with fewer broken shards and discreetly tucked it back into her pocket.

Gathering the Evidence

That afternoon, under the pretext of meeting a client to discuss building materials, Eleanor drove to a private testing lab hidden in the city center. She handed the tissue sample to the technician, requesting an analysis of all components, especially substances harmful to pregnant women.

Leaving the lab, she didn’t go home immediately but drove to a quiet coffee shop. Sitting in a secluded corner, she took a deep breath and dialed a phone number she hadn’t contacted in a long time. The other line picked up quickly, a deep warm male voice.

“This is Richard.”

Eleanor tried to keep her voice steady.

“It’s Eleanor Vance. Richard, I’m sorry to bother you, but I really need some help.”

Richard Mendes, the talented lawyer and her mentor from college. There was a silence for a few seconds, then he replied, his tone calm but filled with concern.

“Eleanor, it’s me. What’s wrong? You don’t sound good.”

His reassuring tone made her eyes well up. She spoke briefly.

“I have a very serious problem with my marriage, and I need advice from a lawyer I can absolutely trust.”

Without hesitation, Richard replied immediately, his voice firm and full of confidence.

“Okay, Eleanor. Calm down. Don’t say anything over the phone. Where are you? Send me the address. I’ll be there right away.”

She hung up. Eleanor looked out the window. The afternoon sun in New York filtered through the glass, tinging the space gold, but she felt no warmth. Instead, in her heart, there was a cold, terrifying clarity. She was no longer a wife suffering from betrayal, nor a daughter-in-law in a panic. At this moment, she was a mother, a warrior initiating the battle to protect her child’s life and demand justice for herself.