There was always something strange about my mother-in-law, in my opinion. Her subtle digs were cloaked in concern, her compliments were too forced, and her smiles were too sweet. But I made an effort to ignore it. My husband’s affection was the most important thing. We could live with the rest.
However, something inside of me continued to grow. suspicion. I had a persistent feeling that something was going on behind my back. I brought a small voice recorder to my mother-in-law’s place one day for another “cozy” lunch, and I pretended that I had forgotten my scarf while I left it running in the corner of the room.
I went back “for the scarf” the following day and returned the gadget. I listened to the recording that night after my spouse had gone to sleep.
She won’t be around for long, so don’t worry, my love. I have already begun adding a small amount, just enough to aggravate her. Soon, he will expel her himself. He can’t tolerate hysteria, you know.
I didn’t breathe.
The second voice responded, “The key is not to rush.” Someone you know.
My mother-in-law whispered, “He’s always loved you more than anyone else.” It is you who ought to accompany him. Additionally, she is a mistake.
I switched off the recording. I had a racing heart.
I had trouble sleeping the whole night. My memories of times when I felt worn out and unreasonably nervous began to come together to form a horrifying image.
However, the poison wasn’t the worst aspect. The treachery was the thing. The people who referred to me as family intended to ruin my life.
The following day, I prepared breakfast. I gave my hubby a kiss. And as he was ready to go, I said in a low voice:
Hold on. We must speak.
He sat down, looking shocked. I listened to the tape.
The seconds seemed to drag on forever. His expression changed. Pain, amazement, and disbelief. Then — rage. Not at me, though.
– They… this Are you repeating this repeatedly? My ex-friend’s voice sounds like that. I have no doubt about it.
Unable to say, I nodded.
I appreciate you telling me. We’ll take care of this. Together.
I realized then that I had won. Because lies are never as strong as the truth.
