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The Woman Who Stole Everything

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 753    |    Released on: 07/07/2025

strange devotion to her, was burned into my mind. I decided to try again, this time alone. I baked Susan

it. She was wearing casual clothes today-tight jeans and a

le a little less bright th

brought some bread for Susan. I just wan

dn't move from the doorway. She was blocking my entry. "But I'm afraid it's

? What happened?" My

vaguely. "It happens. Her condit

appeared behind he

want, Sarah?"

Mom. I want to know wha

ng her by showing up unannounced. Your nervous

urses how to care for Susan, how to communicate with her, how to make her comfortable. Now, this man,

air," I said, my voic

between us. She put a hand on my arm, he

. We all are. Why don't you come back on Sunday, like you always do? We'll make sure

was suffocating. I felt a surge of anger, so pure an

car, defeated and humiliated, I heard it. A faint sou

thud, followed

und of something-or so

, I was sure I saw the curtain move. My blood ran cold. W

my phone and

out. "They wouldn't let me in. Dad was horrible, and Olivia..

onvinced him to wait, to think. A direct confrontation would only lead to them closing ranks, maybe even moving Susa

avid came home

that?"

ed in foam, was a tiny came

s like a USB charger. We'll plug it into the outlet

we get it

a scene, create a distraction. While I'm arguing with him, you go i

of that thud from Susan' s room echoed in my mind. We had

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“The old house felt wrong, but we still visited my husband' s stroke-stricken mother, Susan, every Sunday. Then, a new caregiver, Olivia, appeared – too young, too perfect, her presence immediately unsettling. My father-in-law, Robert, was completely smitten, fawning over her while she brazenly blocked us from seeing Susan, claiming doctor' s orders. The condescension, the hidden glances between them, and the cloying perfume in my mother-in-law' s house twisted my gut. What was really happening behind the closed doors of Susan' s room? A few days later, a faint thud and a low moan from Susan' s window sent a chill down my spine, confirming my darkest fears. They were hiding something, hurting her. My husband, David, furious, brought home a tiny nanny cam disguised as a USB charger. Our desperate plan was set: on Sunday, during a staged argument, I would sneak into Susan' s room and plug it in. The live feed was horrifying: Robert, his wife paralyzed in bed, was canoodling with Olivia, calling Susan "useless." Then Olivia dropped a bombshell: "I'm pregnant." David was incandescent with rage. We stormed back to the house, bursting in on their cozy scene. "I know everything," David roared, confronting his father. Olivia, playing the victim, announced her pregnancy, but a weak, guttural sound from Susan' s room shifted David' s focus. He shoved his father aside and rushed in, only to discover Susan neglected, abused, and terrified. Blinded by fury, David lunged at Robert, and in the chaos, Olivia feigned a dramatic fall, screaming, "My baby!" The police arrived, called by Robert, and David was arrested for assault, leaving me alone in the wreckage. Susan' s rasping whisper, "Snow... fake," confirmed my worst suspicions: Olivia was a fraud. With David jailed and Olivia claiming a miscarriage, I was drowning, but my mother' s firm voice cut through the despair. "She's done this before, Sarah. This is a professional operation." My despair turned to a cold, hard resolve: Olivia had overplayed her hand. Justice for Susan was now my only goal.”
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