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A Quiet Man's Vengeance

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 699    |    Released on: 30/06/2025

A/C. It was Martha. My mother-in-law sat in the passenger seat, a rigid statue of disappr

ed, her voice sharp. "We've been on this highway for an h

fixed on the road. "There was an accident reported o

e in her mouth. "A real man would know his way around h

indow, a silent, weary passenger not just in my car, but in his own life. Th

bit. "Well, it's a big city. And I wouldn't want t

he middle of nowhere with you," she shot back. "At

s the target again. It always came back to me. Every conversation, every problem, every minor inconvenience was s

e building. I built worlds with words, but in Martha's world, that didn't pay the bills in a way she could respect. She couldn't brag to her friends about my quarterly reports or my promotions

rban house Olivia and I had bought two years ago. The

ing the neat lawn and the freshly painted

very nice house, Martha." His vo

with a loud, aggressive click. "Hardly big enough for a family. Of cou

ile. "Let me get your bags, Martha." I trie

looking around the quiet cul-de-sac. "And the neighbors

se from the trunk. I could feel Robert's eyes on me, a flicker of something-

her shoulder, already finding fault with a life that wasn't hers

. It felt a lot heavier than just clothes. It felt like the weight of the next few weeks

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“My mother-in-law, Martha, was a human storm cloud, always hovering, always raining contempt on my life as a writer. When she and my father-in-law arrived for an "extended visit" for her "medical tests," the already thick air in our suburban home became suffocating. Her sharp voice, accusing me of getting lost and being "not a real man," was a familiar prick, but when she scoffed at my profession and questioned my ability to provide, I felt the familiar burn of frustration turn into a deep, internal ache. My wife, Olivia, usually my shield, tried to protect me, arguing with her mother, claiming Martha's alleged brain tumor made her unpredictable. But then, a chilling comment slipped from Martha' s lips: she asked Olivia why she hadn't called from Miami, not New York, where her business trip was supposed to be. Olivia quickly dismissed it as her mother' s confusion, but a sliver of doubt, sharp and cold, lodged itself in my mind. This wasn' t just Martha' s cruelty; something darker, more insidious was at play, shaking the very foundation of my trust. Later, my seemingly harmless neighbor, Mark, offered cryptic warnings about "protecting the throne" and people "sneaking in the back door." His knowing smirk, coupled with Martha's strange slip, began to twist my unease into a sickening suspicion. I had to know. I had to know if the quiet life I' d built, the love I cherished, was nothing more than a carefully constructed lie.”
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