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 Final Trap

Eleanor Vance chose a Saturday evening when both James and Carol were at home to stage her final scene. She cooked a lavish dinner herself. The atmosphere in the house was deceptively warm and peaceful. James seemed very pleased; he thought his wife had finally resigned herself, letting go of her suspicions after he had comforted her.

Carol was no less satisfied, seeing her daughter-in-law so obedient. She was convinced her plan was on track. They didn’t know that this lavish dinner was the last meal of the condemned before heading to the gallows. After dinner was over, Eleanor invited her husband and mother-in-law to have tea in the living room.

She sat down calmly, her face expressionless, and said softly,

“Mom, James, I’ve been watching some very interesting movies lately. I think you guys will like to see them too.”

James frowned a little confused, while Carol smiled indulgently.

“What kind of movie does my daughter-in-law like so much?”

Eleanor didn’t answer. She silently connected her phone to the large TV screen in the living room. The screen lit up, and the first scene that appeared was their familiar living room. It was the video of James hugging and kissing Sophia Miller right on the sofa where they were sitting.

The smile on Carol’s lips froze, and James turned pale, paralyzed. He stammered,

“Eleanor, you… this…”

But Eleanor didn’t give him a chance to explain. She calmly switched to the second video. This time the protagonist was Carol. The scene of her secretly pouring the white powder into Eleanor’s bowl was displayed clearly without any dead angles. The clinking sound of the porcelain spoon stirring the soup echoed in the terrifying silence of the room.

The teacup in Carol’s hand fell and shattered; tea splashed everywhere. She trembled, pointing at the screen, her mouth open, unable to say a word. James looked at his mother, then at Eleanor, his eyes filled with extreme panic.

But the nightmare wasn’t over. Eleanor played the audio of James’s drunken confession, followed by the video of him pacing in the living room talking on the phone with Sophia, admitting all of his mother’s crimes and promising a future without his wife. When all the videos and audios were over, the TV screen turned to a deep black, reflecting the pale, panicked faces of James and his mother.

A heavy silence like a rock settled over the room. Any denial, any excuse was now useless in the face of the irrefutable evidence. They had been exposed. All the masks of kindness and affection had been torn off, leaving only the rawness of malice and selfishness.

Eleanor Vance remained seated, her cold gaze sweeping over the two trembling people in front of her. She stood up slowly, walked to the coffee table, and placed a folder on it. Her voice sounded without fluctuation, without emotion, but firmer and more authoritative than any insult.

“The divorce papers are already signed by me. The assets will be divided by law. I have already regained control of my company. This house is in my name; it’s my pre-marital property.”

She paused, looking directly into James’s eyes, then said with emphasis on each word, her voice containing all the contempt and hatred suppressed for a long time.

“Now, I’m asking both of you to leave my house.”

The Counterattack

The terrifying silence in the living room was broken by James’s roar. After the initial shock, his panic quickly turned into the fury of a cornered animal. He couldn’t believe his always obedient and gentle wife had set such a sophisticated and cruel trap. He pointed a finger at her, the veins on his forehead bulging, his voice was hoarse.

“Eleanor Vance, you’re insane! Why did you set all this up? You want to destroy this family? You want to destroy me, right?”

Eleanor just sneered a cold, sarcastic smile.

“Destroy you, James? The ones who have destroyed this family are you and your mother, not me. I’m just cleaning up the mess you two have created in my own home.”

Carol had also come to her senses by then. She began to scream, resorting to her usual tactic of playing the victim.

“Oh my God, what have I done to deserve a daughter-in-law like this? I’ve bent over backward for her, cared for her in every detail, and now she falsely accuses me. James, defend me! She wants to kick us out of the house!”

James looked at his mother who was crying her heart out, then at his wife with a look as sharp as a knife. He began to use his last resort. He approached Eleanor, lowered his voice, his words full of threat.

“Do you think you can get a divorce so easily? I’m warning you, Eleanor Vance, if you dare to escalate this, I’ll make sure you never see the child again. Don’t forget, the baby in your womb also carries my last name, Parker.”

He believed the child was Eleanor’s fatal weak point, the trump card that would make her submit. He smiled smugly.

“You have no family background. You have no one to back you up. Do you think you can fight me? In this family, if I want to, I have a hundred ways to prove in court that you’re an unfit mother, that you suffer from depression and can’t raise the child. By then, you will have lost everything. Do you understand?”

These vile threats didn’t scare Eleanor; on the contrary, they only increased her disgust for the man in front of her. She looked him straight in the eye. Her gaze was strangely calm, even with a hint of pity. She said slowly, her voice clear.

“James Parker, it seems even at this moment, you don’t understand the problem. The one who needs to be afraid now is not me, but you and your mother.”

She gently touched her belly, a protective gesture.

“You want custody? Fine, we’ll see each other in court. Let’s see what right does a father who is an accomplice in a plot to kill his own children, and a grandmother who wants to poison her own grandchild, have to talk about family and custody? Do you think the evidence I just showed you is just to scare you? A copy is already in my lawyer’s office.”

Eleanor’s words fell like a bucket of cold water on James’s anger, leaving him stunned. He realized that the woman in front of him was no longer the Eleanor Vance he knew. Eleanor Vance’s words were like a sentence that completely shattered James’s pride and confidence. He looked at her in amazement, unable to believe that the woman he had always thought was easy to control had prepared everything so meticulously.