My Sil Kept “Joking” About My Miscarriage, Until My Husband Heard Her.

Evelyn was already on her phone, calling Detective Jason. She said, “We have evidence that exonerates my client.” “And implicates Rachel McNeel in fabricating evidence.”

“I’m sending you the video files now.” I watched Jason email the files to the detective while Evelyn explained what they showed.

Rachel using a public computer to create fake forum posts. Rachel setting me up.

Rachel destroying her own case by being caught on camera. When Evelyn hung up, she looked at me with something like satisfaction.

She said, “Jason says the case against you is falling apart.”

Chapter 6: The Poisoned Tea and a Brother’s Betrayal

“But now he’s very concerned about Rachel’s mental state.” “And where that tea actually came from.”

Because if Rachel framed me with the forum posts, maybe she’d also lied about the tea. Maybe she’d bought it herself.

Planted it in her own kitchen and told the police I brought it. Maybe she’d done all of this to herself and her baby just to destroy me.

I spent the next two days waiting for Evelyn to call with updates about the witness. My phone stayed in my hand constantly.

Checking for messages every few minutes. Marina brought groceries and made me eat soup.

Even though I had no appetite. My baby kicked and rolled inside me.

Completely unaware that her mother might be arrested. The stress made my hands shake whenever I tried to hold anything.

I couldn’t sleep more than an hour at a time before waking up in a panic. When Evelyn finally called, I answered before the first ring finished.

She told me to come to her office that afternoon. Because she’d tracked down Rachel’s witness.

The woman’s name was Ariel Watts. And she lived three houses down from Rachel.

Ariel had given a statement to Detective Jason. Saying she’d seen me at Rachel’s front door last Tuesday afternoon, carrying a gift bag.

But when Evelyn questioned her more carefully, Ariel admitted she’d only seen a pregnant woman from behind. She never actually saw the woman’s face clearly.

Rachel had shown her my photo afterward and asked if that was who she’d seen. And Ariel had agreed because Rachel seemed so certain.

I drove to Evelyn’s office with Marina. Because I couldn’t trust myself behind the wheel alone.

My blood pressure felt like it was pounding through my skull. Every red light made me want to scream because we were moving too slowly.

When we finally got there, Evelyn had Ariel’s new statement printed out and ready. Ariel now said she couldn’t positively identify who she’d seen.

The woman had dark hair like mine, was pregnant like me. But Ariel realized she’d let Rachel pressure her into making a false identification.

She felt terrible about it and wanted to correct her mistake before an innocent person got charged with a crime. Evelyn sent the new statement to Detective Jason immediately.

She told me this was huge because it destroyed Rachel’s timeline completely. Without a witness placing me at Rachel’s house, the entire tea story fell apart.

The detective would have to question how Rachel even got the tea. If I never brought it to her.

Maybe Rachel had bought it herself. Maybe she’d planned this whole thing from the start.

That same afternoon, Evelyn got a call from someone unexpected. Rachel’s husband Vicram wanted to talk privately about his wife’s behavior.

He’d been finding disturbing things in their house and needed to show them to someone. Evelyn asked if I wanted to be present when he came in.

I said yes immediately. I needed to hear whatever he had to say.

We waited in her conference room for 30 minutes until Vicram arrived. Looking exhausted and scared.

He carried a cardboard box that he sat on the table with shaking hands. Vicram opened the box and pulled out a black notebook.

He said he’d found it hidden in Rachel’s craft room. Behind boxes of yarn.

It was her journal, and he’d read the whole thing last night. His voice cracked when he told us what was inside.

Rachel had been writing about me for months. Filling pages with fantasies about my baby dying.

She’d written detailed scenarios about me having another miscarriage. About my baby being stillborn.

About complications during delivery that would kill the baby or kill me. She’d written that I didn’t deserve to be a mother.

After how easily I’d gotten pregnant. While she’d suffered through years of fertility treatments and miscarriages.

Evelyn took the journal and started reading through it. While Vicram explained more.

Rachel had been obsessed with my pregnancy since the day we’d announced it. She’d created a fake social media account to watch my posts without me knowing.

She’d driven past our house multiple times just to see if she could spot me through the windows. She’d asked mutual friends questions about my due date and what names we’d picked.

Vikram had noticed her strange behavior, but thought it was just grief over losing her own baby. He’d tried to get her to see a therapist, but she’d refused and said she was fine.

The journal showed Rachel had been planning to frame me for months. She’d researched herbs that cause miscarriages.

And written down information about Pennyroyal, Black Cohosh, and other dangerous plants. She’d created fake online accounts using variations of my email address.

She’d practiced writing forum posts that would look like I’d written them. The whole frame-up had been carefully planned.

Not something she’d done impulsively after losing her baby. Vicram pulled out more evidence from the box.

There were printed screenshots of pregnancy loss forums with my supposed username. There were handwritten notes about how to make the accusations look believable.

And then he pulled out a receipt that made my stomach drop. It was from an herbal supplement website.

Dated three weeks before Rachel’s stillbirth. She’d ordered Pennyroyal herself.

The receipt showed her name, her credit card, her home address. She’d bought the exact tea that she’d told police I’d brought to her house.

Evelyn took photos of everything with her phone while asking Vicram questions. He explained that he’d found the receipt hidden in Rachel’s craft supplies yesterday.

While looking for something else. When he’d confronted Rachel about it at the hospital, she’d started screaming.

Saying that I’d somehow planted it there. She’d said I was trying to frame her now, that I was evil and dangerous.

The nurses had to sedate her because she became so upset. Vicram realized then that his wife was having some kind of mental breakdown.

And that everything she’d said about me was a lie. I sat there looking at the evidence spread across the conference table.

And felt like I couldn’t breathe properly. Rachel had spent months planning to destroy my life.

She’d bought the tea herself, planted it in her own kitchen. And told police I’d brought it.

She’d created fake forum posts to make me look guilty. She’d pressured her neighbor into making a false identification.

The entire accusation was premeditated psychological warfare. Designed to get me arrested for killing her baby.

Evelyn called Detective Jason and told him to come to her office immediately. When he arrived an hour later, she presented him with Vicram’s evidence.

And Ariel’s corrected statement. The detective looked through everything carefully while we all waited in silence.

He examined the journal pages showing Rachel’s fantasies about my baby dying. He studied the receipt proving Rachel had bought the Pennyroyal herself.

He read through the notes showing she’d planned the frame-up for months. Detective Jason closed his notebook and looked at me directly.

He said, “The investigation into you was officially closed.”

“There was no evidence I’d done anything to cause Rachel’s stillbirth.” “Because Rachel had fabricated all the evidence herself.”

However, he was now very concerned about Rachel’s mental state. And whether she might be a danger to herself or others.

He would be opening a wellness check investigation. And working with the hospital’s psychiatric team to evaluate her.

Evelyn asked what would happen to Rachel. The detective explained that she’d likely be placed on an involuntary psychiatric hold.

The evidence showed she was experiencing severe mental illness. That had caused her to make false criminal accusations against a family member.

She needed immediate professional help, not criminal prosecution. Vicram started crying when he heard this.

Saying he’d been terrified of his wife for weeks but hadn’t known what to do. He loved Rachel but couldn’t let her destroy an innocent person’s life.

Kevin called my phone while we were still in Evelyn’s office. I didn’t want to answer, but Evelyn nodded that I should.

Kevin asked where I was. I told him I was with my lawyer reviewing new evidence.

He asked, “What evidence?”

I said, “He needed to come to Evelyn’s office right now if he wanted to know the truth about his sister.”