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A Quiet Man's Vengeance

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 739    |    Released on: 30/06/2025

eside me. It was just a slip of the tongue. A mistake. Martha was old, tired, and as Olivia had said, conf

from the past. The business trip to Chicago last year where she'd posted a photo online, and a friend had commented, "I didn't know your conference was in Denver!" Olivia had laughed it off, saying the friend was

for dinner. It was a good excuse to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the house, where Martha wa

sing on the list. Milk, bread, chicken, vegetables. Normal things for a normal life. I was just

m, h

rything I wasn't. He was a sales executive, loud and confident, always dressed in expensive, casual clothes. He drove a sports car

going?" I said, try

up and down, his eyes lingering on my simple t-shirt and jeans. "Looks lik

for a bit," I said, not

e. "You're a braver man than I am, Liam. A man's home

talking about. "It's jus

eye. "Just some friendly advice. You seem like a good guy, a bit too trusting maybe. You gotta keep y

sinuation I couldn't quite grasp. It fel

ollow," I said, m

ke you? I figured you'd be good at reading between the line

t was meant to seem friendly but felt more l

my stomach now feeling like a block of ice. What the hell was that about? Protect

was

checkout, I fumbled with my wallet, dropping my credit card on the floor. My mind was a mess, replaying Mark's weird comments and Martha's slip about Miami.

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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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