I Found My Daughter’s Wedding Dress Cut to Pieces with My Stepdaughter Standing over It – I Thought She Did It, but I Was Wrong

Instead of joyfully planning weddings together, my two engaged daughters were always bickering. But when I discovered my youngest daughter’s wedding dress destroyed and my stepdaughter standing over it in tears, I realized I’d completely misread the signs of what was really happening in our home.

I’m a mother of two: my biological daughter Hannah (22) and my stepdaughter Christine (23). They grew up together after my husband passed away years ago, and I’ve always tried my best to hold our blended family together.

A sad woman with her two daughters sitting at an outdoor funeral | Source: Midjourney

A sad woman with her two daughters sitting at an outdoor funeral | Source: Midjourney

Last year, both girls still lived at home with me — well, mostly. They spent a good amount of time at their fiancés’ places.

Our house should have been buzzing with the excitement of two upcoming weddings. Instead, the atmosphere grew heavy every time Hannah scrolled through wedding ideas on her phone while Christine sat across from her, barely hiding her annoyance behind a forced smile.

“Look at these centerpieces, Mom!” Hannah held up her phone one evening, her blue eyes sparkling. “Aren’t they gorgeous? They’re doing this thing with floating candles and flower petals. John says it might be over budget, but I think we can make it work if we DIY some of the arrangements.”

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Woman in her 20s with long, wavy black hair and blue eyes holding up a phone during dinner in a house | Source: Midjourney

Christine grabbed her glass and headed to the kitchen. “I need a refill. Because apparently, we need to hear about every single wedding detail every single night.”

“Christine,” I warned.

“What?” She spun around. “I’m just saying, some of us are trying to eat dinner without a Pinterest board shoved in our faces.”

This was typical of Christine. She’d always turned everything into a competition with Hannah, from their grades to hobbies and even the attention I gave them after their father died.

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Woman in her 20s looking annoyed in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Hannah never played along, which only seemed to frustrate Christine more.

“Christine, honey,” I called after her. “Don’t you want to show us your wedding ideas too? You mentioned that vintage theme last week.”

“What’s the point?” She leaned against the kitchen door frame. “It’s not like I can get the venue I want anyway. Every decent place is booked through next summer.”

“There are other beautiful venues,” Hannah offered softly. “I could help you look—”

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Woman in her 20s holding up her phone at a dinner table frowning slightly | Source: Midjourney

“Of course you could,” Christine cut in. “Because you’re just better than me at Googling.”

I sighed. They continued bickering until I intervened. Little did I know this was only the beginning of an implosion for our family.

A few days later, Hannah bounced into the living room, practically glowing. “John and I set a date!”

Christine froze with the TV remote in the air. “What?”

“Late January!” Hannah twirled around the room. “The Winter Garden had a cancellation, and everything just fell into place perfectly. The coordinator said we got so lucky!”

A wedding venue with a winter garden theme | Source: Midjourney

A wedding venue with a winter garden theme | Source: Midjourney

I watched Christine’s face fall. She’d been engaged to Eric for eight months but struggled to secure a venue. I also suspected that Eric hoped to have a longer engagement before their wedding.

Meanwhile, Hannah had only been engaged for two months and was well on her way to getting married first. John, too, seemed pleased to move forward with their plans.

“You can’t have a January wedding,” Christine said, throwing the remote on the couch and standing up. “That’s too soon. Can’t you wait?”

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Annoyed woman in her 20s sitting on a couch looking to the side | Source: Midjourney

“But we already booked everything,” Hannah replied, her excitement deflating slightly. “The deposit’s paid and… oh! Want to see my dress? I still can’t believe I found it!”

Without waiting for an answer, Hannah pulled out her phone and showed us a photo of herself in a stunning $1,500 wedding gown.

“I bought it yesterday,” she added softly. “I’m sorry. I wanted to have a fitting with my bridesmaids and you, Mom, so we could all pick. But this one went on sale online, and I just clicked! It only needs a few alterations. Everything feels meant to be!”

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Woman in her 20s holding up her phone in a living room with a bright smile | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, honey! It’s beautiful. Do you have it safe in your room?” I asked. “We can take it to the seamstress today.”

“Sure! I was thinking—”

“I need some air,” Christine snapped, storming out of the room.

Hannah sighed at the interruption and went back to her room. Christine might have been disappointed about her delayed wedding, but she didn’t have the right to make this experience miserable for everyone.

I just didn’t know how to say all this without seeming like I was taking one side.

Worried woman in her 50s sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Worried woman in her 50s sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A week passed, and Christine avoided us completely. My texts received short replies like “busy” or “with Eric.” But a few days before Hannah’s wedding, Christine showed up for dinner. John was there too, and something felt off.

The dining room was unusually quiet. John picked at his food, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially Christine. Even Hannah seemed to notice something was wrong.

“Everything okay, babe?” she asked John, touching his arm gently. “You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Yeah, just… work stuff.” He pushed his chair back, his fork clattering against the plate. “Mind if I get some air? Need to clear my head.”

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Worried man in his late 20s sitting at a dinner table with uneaten food | Source: Midjourney

“Do you want me to come with you?” Hannah asked.

“No!” The word came out too sharp, making us all jump. “I mean, no, thanks. I just need a minute.”

A few minutes after John left, Christine excused herself to use the bathroom. When she didn’t return for a while, I started to worry. Then, she suddenly appeared in the dining room doorway.

“Eric’s waiting outside,” she announced, her voice tight. “I’ve got to go.”

“But you just got here,” Hannah said. “Can’t he come in? We haven’t had dessert yet.”

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Untouched pie on a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

“No, it’s… huh… I have to go. Sorry.” Christine turned on her heel.

Something about her tone made me follow her. I was only seconds behind, but the front door was already closed. I also noticed her coat still on the hanger, which was strange for such a cold January evening.

When I stepped outside, there was no sign of Eric’s car. Did they just drive away really fast?

My stomach dropped as realization hit. Mother’s intuition, I suppose, because I rushed back inside and headed straight for Hannah’s room. As I approached, I heard a gasp.

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A hallway in a home | Source: Midjourney

I pushed open the door and froze. Hannah’s beautiful wedding dress lay on the bed, cut to pieces from the waist down. Christine stood over it, tears streaming down her face.

“I SWEAR TO GOD IT WAS NOT ME,” she said, her hands shaking. “Mom, I know how this looks, but you have to believe me. I didn’t do this.”

My mind raced, trying to make sense of the scene. But Christine’s raw emotion, her desperate plea of innocence, made me pause.

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Woman in her 20s crying in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

“Okay, if you didn’t do this, tell me what’s going on,” I whispered.

With a fresh wave of tears, Christine told me everything. The truth was, she hadn’t been angry with Hannah about having a wedding first. She’d been worried about her because of… John.

Months ago, during Hannah’s birthday barbecue, she’d seen him acting suspiciously and even caught him texting someone in our backyard.

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Man in his late 20s texting in the backyard | Source: Midjourney

“He said they were just texts from his ex,” Christine explained, wiping her eyes. “When I pressed him, he broke down and admitted having doubts about the wedding and talking to his ex about it. I told him, ‘You better figure your feelings fast because if you hurt my sister, I swear to God…'”

She took a shaky breath. “I gave him a deadline to tell Hannah, or I would. Days later, he promised everything was fine, so I dropped it. I should have known better.”

I closed my eyes, shaking my head. “Yes, you should’ve said something, but I understand. You’re the eldest. You wanted to protect her,” I sighed and thought of something. “How did you end up in here?”

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Woman in her 50s looking worried and sympathetic in a bedroom | Source: Midjourne

“I saw him leaving Hannah’s room when I was heading to the bathroom. He looked… guilty at getting caught and walked by me and out to the backyard. I followed and confronted him again. I asked him, ‘What did you do?’ He just kept saying everything was fine, but his hands were shaking.”

Christine twisted her fingers together. “When he wouldn’t fess up, I pretended to leave with Eric but went to check Hannah’s room instead. That’s when I found the dress.”

“Oh, God,” I said. “He must have ripped the dress apart to delay the wedding. Why not just talk to Hannah?”

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Man in his late 20s ruining a wedding dress in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

“That’s what I’m saying,” Christine sniffled. “But it’s not just that. Mom, I think he’s cheating. We need to tell her the truth.”

I nodded. “Of course. Otherwise, she’ll think you did this,” I pointed to the dress. “I bet he was counting on that, too. The gall of that man. Come on; it’s time to stop our little girl from making a mistake!”

Christine grabbed my hand and we went out.

We confronted John right there in the living room. I thought he would fight back, but he cracked almost immediately, admitting to destroying the dress to delay the wedding and banking on Hannah’s issues with Christine to cover his tracks.

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Man in his late 20s looking upset standing in living room | Source: Midjourney

Hannah was devastated. “Why didn’t you just talk to me?” she sobbed when he confessed. “If you were having doubts, why didn’t you say something? Anything would have been better than this.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, not meeting her eyes. “I’ll pay for the dress. I just… I couldn’t go through with it, and I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Tell her about the texts!” Christine demanded.

“What texts?” Hannah asked.

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Confused, upset, and sad woman in her 20s standing in living room | Source: Midjourney

“Nothing, I—”

“Tell her the truth!” I screamed. Enough was enough! My baby wasn’t going to be played with anymore.

Under my harsh glare, John confessed that he’d been seeing his ex for a while now, and that’s why he was having second thoughts about the wedding.

“Get out of here,” Christine said, stepping protectively in front of Hannah. “Now! And never come back!”

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An angry woman in her 20s stands in the living room pointing her finger | Source: Midjourney

I backed up the sentiment, and John scurried off like a coward. When the door closed behind him, something remarkable happened.

Christine sat next to Hannah, who was sobbing on the couch, and took her hand.

“Remember when Dad taught us to sew?” Christine asked softly after a while. “That summer we made those horrible matching sundresses?”

Hannah let out a watery chuckle. “They were so crooked. Dad said they had ‘character.'”

“Yes! Well, I actually learned how to do it properly later. Give me the dress.” Christine squeezed Hannah’s hand. “I have an idea. Let me fix this, okay? Not the wedding part, but… maybe I can save something from this mess.”

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Ruined wedding dress on a bed | Source: Midjourney

“Why would you do that?” Hannah sniffled. “I thought you hated me.”

“I never hated you,” Christine said quietly. “I just… I always felt like I had to prove I belonged here. After Dad died, I was so scared of losing my place in this family. But you’re my sister, Hannah. I should have been protecting you all along instead of competing with you.”

That’s when I started blubbering.

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Woman in her 50s crying from happiness in a living room | Source: Midjourney

Christine spent the following day transforming the ruined wedding gown into a stunning cocktail dress. So, when the original wedding date arrived days later, instead of a ceremony, we held a small family gathering at the venue.

Some of our relatives had traveled from across the country, so this was the perfect way to avoid wasting the money that had already been spent. Everyone was happy, including Hannah, who got to talk to her cousins and recount how we discovered John was a coward.

I was glad my daughter could smile after such a thing, and I knew that it was in part because Christine had been trying to protect her all along. Our family changed that day… for the better.

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Woman in her 20s wearing a white cocktail dress smiles while talking to other people at a party venue | Source: Midjourney

“Mom,” Christine said as we watched Hannah twirl in her redesigned dress, showing it off to their aunts and cousins, “will you and Hannah walk me down the aisle when it’s my turn? Both of you? I know it’s not traditional, but…”

“I’d be honored,” I said, pulling her close.

“Me too!” Hannah chimed in, joining our hug.

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Woman in her 20s wearing a white cocktail dress smiles with her arms open wide for a hug at a party venue | Source: Midjourney

Woman Hated Her Mother-in-Law Until One Day When Her Life Was Turned Upside Down — Story of the Day

Mary’s marriage to Ed came with a price: his mother Scarlett who never hid her disdain. From wedding-day insults to constant criticism, Scarlett seemed set on making Mary’s life difficult. Tensions grew with each visit… until something even more shocking unfolded.

Mary and her husband, Ed, drove in silence toward his mother Scarlett’s house. Though they hadn’t arrived yet, Mary was already looking forward to the ride back. Scarlett, after all, simply despised her.

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At their wedding, Scarlett had even shown up wearing a veil; Mary had been grateful she hadn’t arrived in a full wedding dress. Scarlett was one of those mothers who couldn’t let go of her “little boy,” no matter how grown-up he was.

As they pulled into the driveway, Mary reluctantly stepped out, trailing behind Ed. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever latest insult Scarlett had in store.

Forcing a smile, she braced herself, hoping her expression would carry her through this visit. Scarlett opened the door with a wide grin and immediately wrapped her arms around Ed.

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“Oh, my baby! You’re finally here! I’ve missed you more than you know!” she exclaimed, holding him close.

“Mom, it’s only been a week,” Ed replied, easing himself out of her hug.

Scarlett gave Ed a brief look before turning her gaze to Mary, her expression shifting. “Well, Mary, I see you’ve gained a few pounds,” she said with a smirk.

Mary let out a quiet sigh, resisting the urge to respond. She forced a tight smile instead. “Good to see you too, Scarlett.”

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Dinner felt endless as Scarlett launched into her usual list of complaints. “Mary doesn’t know how to cook. She doesn’t work somewhere respectable. She doesn’t even know how to dress herself properly,” Scarlett declared, taking quick glances at Ed for support.

Mary gripped her fork tightly, biting her tongue. She knew any response would just add fuel to Scarlett’s fire. But then Scarlett said something that made Mary’s patience snap—words sharper than anything before.

Scarlett looked across the table, her eyes fixed on Mary. “Well,” she said slowly, “I think it’s high time you gave me a grandchild. Or maybe,” she added with a smirk, “Mary has… some issues?”

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Mary’s heart sank. They had been trying for a baby for six months with no success, and Scarlett’s words stung like salt in a wound. “How dare you!” Mary burst out. “Stop meddling in our lives! Maybe it’s your son who has the problem!”

Scarlett leaned back, eyes narrowing. “That’s absurd! My son is perfectly healthy, thank you very much. But you, Mary… who knows what you were up to before meeting Eddie?”

Mary’s face flushed with anger. “You’re a damn witch!” she shouted, her voice trembling. She turned to Ed, who hadn’t said a word. “Are you just going to sit there and let her say this?”

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Scarlett shot her son a pointed look. “Yes, Eddie, tell your crazy wife to show some respect,” she said, her tone mocking.

Ed shrugged, still scrolling through his phone. “Work it out yourselves.”

Scarlett leaned toward Mary, her voice low. “My neighbor mentioned herbal teas. She swears they help people like you.”

Mary opened her mouth to retort but felt a sudden wave of nausea. She clenched her stomach, forcing the words out. “Why don’t you… drink your own tea?”

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Unable to hold it back, Mary bolted to the bathroom. When she returned, still pale, she looked at Ed. “I want to go home.”

“Okay,” he said, barely glancing up.

Scarlett tilted her head, a fake look of concern crossing her face. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”

Mary’s eyes narrowed. “You probably poisoned me,” she muttered, too tired to argue further.

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On the way home, Mary’s mind raced. She had to know for sure. “Ed, can you stop at the pharmacy?” she asked quietly.

He sighed but pulled into the parking lot. She hurried inside, grabbed a pregnancy test, and paid quickly. Back at home, she went straight to the bathroom. She held her breath, waiting. Then, the results appeared—two lines. She gasped, feeling a rush of excitement and relief.

She rushed to show Ed, her face glowing. “Ed, we’re going to have a baby!”

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Ed glanced at the test, his expression unreadable. “Oh. That’s… good,” he mumbled, barely meeting her eyes.

Mary’s heart sank a little. She was overjoyed, but Ed’s reaction felt like a shadow over her happiness.

A few weeks had passed since Mary found out she was pregnant, and she was finally starting to adjust to the idea of becoming a mother. It was their first doctor’s appointment, and she was sitting on the bed, waiting for Ed to finish his shower so they could leave together.

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She hoped he’d show some excitement, but he seemed distant lately, preoccupied and withdrawn

As she waited, Ed’s phone buzzed beside her, lighting up with a message. Usually, she respected his privacy. But the way he’d been acting made her hesitate.

Without fully realizing it, she reached for his phone. She tried to unlock it and was surprised to find a passcode. She couldn’t remember him ever using one before. On a whim, she tried his birth date. The screen unlocked immediately.

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The message stared back at her: a picture of a half-dressed woman, smiling in a way that made her stomach twist. Below the picture, a message read, “Can’t wait to see you, baby.”

Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the conversation, each word feeling like a fresh betrayal. Ed had told this woman he was wealthy, a construction company owner—a far cry from his real job.

Heart pounding, she took screenshots, saving them on her phone as evidence of his lies and deceit.

When Ed came out of the bathroom, she was waiting, holding his phone. Her face was pale, her eyes filled with hurt and anger.

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“What is this?!” she shouted, thrusting the phone toward him.

His expression turned hard, and he grabbed the phone from her hand. “None of your business,” he snapped.

Mary’s voice rose, filled with pain. “None of my business? You’re cheating on me! And I’m pregnant, Ed—your pregnant wife!”

His eyes narrowed. “Maybe you’re the one cheating on me,” he shot back, a sneer forming on his face. “How do I even know this baby’s mine?”

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Mary felt her whole world spin. “Are you serious? We’ve been trying for six months. Now you’re saying this?” Her voice broke.

Ed crossed his arms. “Six months, no luck, and now all of a sudden it just happens? Convenient.”

“You’ve been seeing this woman for more than six months, Ed. I saw everything. You’ve lied to her, too! Told her you’re rich, that you own a company!” Mary’s voice trembled.

Ed shrugged, coldly unmoved. “Doesn’t matter. I’m filing for divorce. This marriage is over.”

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“You really think that woman will stick around when she learns the truth about you?” Mary shot back.

“Trust me, she won’t find out. And when this is over, I’ll take this house and everything else you have. Plus, my mom’s money.” He smirked.

Mary’s voice rose in protest. “This house was bought by my father!”

“Yeah? It’s in both our names,” Ed replied with a smug smile.

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Mary’s voice softened as she asked, “What about the baby?”

Ed just shrugged. “You can’t prove it’s mine until it’s born. By then, it’ll be too late.” And with that, he threw her out, leaving her in tears.

Desperate and hurt, Mary made a choice—to go to Scarlett and show her everything. Scarlett had to know the truth about her son.

She sat across from Scarlett, her heart pounding as she told her everything—Ed’s lies, his cheating, his threats to take the house. She held her breath, waiting for Scarlett to dismiss her. But to her surprise, she listened, her face growing pale.

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Scarlett looked down, tears welling in her eyes. “He’s been taking money from me too,” she said softly. “Every penny his father left me, everything I’ve saved. He said he needed it for doctor visits because you couldn’t get pregnant.”

Mary shook her head, feeling both anger and sadness. “He never even went to a doctor. Every time I brought it up, he refused. I checked our account, Scarlett. He’s been taking out huge amounts.”

Scarlett clenched her fists. “I can’t believe my son would do this,” she said, her voice shaking. “He lied to both of us.”

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Mary’s voice broke as she spoke. “I don’t know what to do. I’m pregnant, and he says he’ll take everything. He doesn’t even believe the baby is his.”

Scarlett’s eyes hardened. “I won’t let anyone hurt my future grandchild,” she said firmly. “We’ll make him pay. You have those messages saved, right?”

Mary nodded. “Yes, I took screenshots.”

Scarlett thought for a moment, then said, “I have one of his toothbrushes here. We can get a DNA test when the baby is born.”

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Mary looked at Scarlett, surprised. “You’ve never been on my side before. What changed?”

Scarlett sighed. “I was a mother trying to protect her son. But now I see I need to protect others from him. His father was the same—a cheater. I endured it, hoping Ed would be better. But he isn’t. And I don’t want anyone else to suffer like I did.”

Mary and Scarlett moved forward with their plan. Mary confronted Ed directly, and she showed him the screenshots of his messages.

“I have all your messages,” she said, her voice steady as she held up her phone. “And I’ve already shown them to Scarlett. So you have no more room to manipulate anyone.”

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Ed looked shaken, but Mary continued, not backing down. “Here’s the deal,” she told him firmly. “Give up your claim to the house, sign these divorce papers, and agree to pay child support. Do this, and I’ll stay quiet. Otherwise, I’ll make sure your lover knows the truth.”

Backed into a corner, Ed reluctantly agreed and signed the papers without a word. He had no idea that Scarlett had the final piece of the plan.

Scarlett went to Ed’s lover herself, revealing everything—his lies, his fake claims of wealth, and his deception. She left nothing hidden, ensuring her son’s lies would come crashing down.

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When Ed found out, Scarlett was sitting with Mary, enjoying tea at her house. Suddenly, loud banging echoed from the front door, followed by Ed’s furious shouting.

“You promised you wouldn’t tell if I did everything you asked!” he yelled through the door, his voice sharp with anger.

Mary looked at the door calmly and replied, “I didn’t tell her anything, Ed.”

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Scarlett raised her voice so Ed could hear. “I did,” she called out firmly. “I taught you that lying is wrong, but you clearly didn’t learn.”

“You’re both insane!” Ed shouted, his voice shaking with rage. “You’ll regret this! I’ll make you pay!”

Just then, the police arrived, alerted by a neighbor’s call. They restrained Ed, leading him away as he continued yelling threats, while Mary and Scarlett stayed inside, unshaken while finishing their tea.

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