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?

Confronting the Other Woman

Once she had all the key cards in her hand, Eleanor Vance decided not to confront James and his mother directly. She understood that a criminal alliance built on deceit and greed was also extremely fragile. The smartest blow was not to attack the strongest brain but to hit the weakest link and make them devour each other.

And the weakest link in their plan was none other than Sophia Miller, the young mistress dreaming of a luxurious future. Through the private investigator, getting Sophia’s phone number was not difficult. Eleanor sent her a short but powerful text message.

“Hello Sophia, this is Eleanor Vance. I think we have some things to clear up. Let’s meet once for the sake of both our futures.”

Sophia, after some hesitation, finally agreed. She probably thought it was a negotiation or a jealousy scene from the defeated wife, an opportunity to assert her position of true love. They arranged to meet at an elegant coffee shop with enough privacy but also crowded enough to prevent any impulsive acts.

Eleanor arrived first, choosing a corner table. She wore an elegant maternity dress, lightly made up with the air of a true matriarch. When Sophia walked in, Eleanor observed her calmly. The girl was indeed young and beautiful, but in her eyes, there was a mix of self-assurance and defiance.

Sophia sat down opposite, crossed her arms over her chest, and began with a condescending tone.

“Why did you call me? If it’s to ask me to stay away from James, I advise you to save your breath.”

Eleanor didn’t get angry. She just smiled faintly, a smile that Sophia found incomprehensible. She didn’t talk about infidelity or mention James. Instead, she slowly placed her latest sonogram photo on the table, the image of a small life growing in her womb. Her voice became low with a distant sadness.

“Sophia, this is my fourth pregnancy. I assume you know James and I have been married for 5 years.”

She gently pushed the photo toward Sophia and continued to speak. Her voice was monotonous, but each word carried the weight of a 1,000 lbs.

“The previous three times, the babies didn’t stay with me. They left when they were only 3 or 4 months old. You’re going to be a mother too. You must understand how sacred the feeling of waiting for a child is, and maybe you can also imagine how terrible the pain of losing one is.”

Eleanor didn’t raise her voice, didn’t reprimand her. She simply recounted her story, but that very calmness had a terrifying power of damage. Sophia’s expression began to change. The self-assured smile on her lips hardened, replaced by confusion. She wasn’t stupid. Eleanor’s words hit her like a lightning bolt, forcing her to connect the dots.

Three unexplained miscarriages, a mother-in-law who always talked about a male heir, and now the subtle appearance of the legal wife. An invisible fear began to envelop Sophia. Eleanor noticed the change, stood up, picked up her purse, and ended the conversation.

“I just wanted you to know that I wish you and your child good luck.”

Eleanor turned and left, leaving Sophia frozen in the coffee shop. The winner’s confidence had completely vanished, replaced by the panic of someone who had just realized she was walking into a deadly trap. She suddenly realized that the family she was trying to enter was not a paradise but a tiger’s den. And if Eleanor Vance had lost her children three times, there was no guarantee that she and the baby she was carrying wouldn’t be the next victims.

Panic and Betrayal

Sophia Miller left the coffee shop in a state of total panic. Eleanor Vance’s words swirled in her head like a curse. She immediately called James, her voice no longer flirtatious but trembling and accusatory. James was at home. Thinking his wife hadn’t returned yet, he went straight to the living room, sat on the sofa, and took the call with complete nonchalance.

His entire conversation was recorded in full by the hidden camera in the hydrangea vase. On the other end of the line, Sophia almost screamed.

“James, you lied to me! Eleanor Vance found me and told me she had miscarried three times. Your mother did it, didn’t she? Is it true?”

James was startled, stood up, and paced back and forth in the living room trying to calm his mistress. His voice was a little annoyed, but he tried to be gentle.

“Sophia, calm down and listen to me. Why did you meet with her? She just wants to upset us and drive a wedge between us. Can’t you see?”

But Sophia had already lost her reason. She cried uncontrollably over the phone.

“Drive a wedge? She sounded so miserable. She only talked about her lost children. I’m so scared, James. Your mother is insane. If she can treat her official daughter-in-law like that, how will she treat me and our son? I don’t want my son to be in danger.”

Fear overcame everything, making Sophia reveal her innermost thoughts. To comfort his panicked mistress, James blurted out words he would later regret. He lowered his voice as if telling a secret.

“Listen to me, you silly girl. My mother did that only because she wanted us to have a healthy son for the family legacy. She couldn’t carry a child, that’s her fault. That will never happen to you because you carry the hope of this whole family. You and she are completely different. You understand?”

Eleanor Vance, sitting in her car just around the corner, watched and listened to the entire conversation in silence. James’s confession was even clearer and more damning than the audio from his drunken stupor. He not only knew but fully agreed and considered it reasonable. He had clearly classified her and her children as expendable, while Sophia and her fetus were the hope that must be protected.

Her heart no longer ached; it had completely frozen over. On the screen, James was still coddling his mistress with sweet promises of a wedding and a bright future. He promised her a new condo, a trip, and that his mother would not bother her. Finally, after a long while, Sophia stopped crying and hung up.

James sighed in relief, a look of fatigue and a hint of annoyance on his face. He didn’t know that the entire scene and his confession had been recorded by the wife he despised without missing a single detail. Eleanor calmly saved the video. The net she had cast had finally caught the biggest fish.