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The Woman Who Stole Everything

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 565    |    Released on: 07/07/2025

e steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. I just sat there, the scene from the camera re

used his old key and threw the door open

on the couch, and Robert was stroking her hair. They

oing here?" Robert shout

is voice shaking with f

y to confused. "Know what? Y

bout you and her. In my mother's house! While sh

r, remained perfectly calm. She slowly sat up, a look of sad res

said softly. "You're

finally found my voice. "You

ep in front of Olivia. "You will not speak to her that way! Olivia h

is happiness? Betraying your wife of forty years? Insulting her

nched, his eyes widening in s

ammered. "You don't know w

roared. "She's the one who's suffering, an

es full of fake tears. She p

aid, her voice trembling. "Robert and I...

r say it out loud, in this room, felt like a

ooking at David with wide, innocent eyes. "

dangerously low. "You will ne

all, we heard a soft nois

David w

in his eyes was replaced by a raw, despera

d to s

ing to block his path. "Y

," David said, his

The air crackled with tension. I held my breath, terrified of what would ha

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The Woman Who Stole Everything
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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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