Brenda used the same excuse last time, sent
me out for groceries.
I came back early, caught her in bed with
another dude.
I was furious, asked Brenda what was going on,
and called Mark home to tell him what I saw.
Brenda denied it, playing the victim.
“Mom, I know you don’t like me, but you can’t
just accuse me of that! You should be ashamed
of yourself! Accusing your son’s wife! I’m going
to kill myself!”
Mark, that lovesick puppy, bought her act.
He packed up their stuff and left, threatening to
cut me out of his life.
Later, when I was dying, I called Mark, begged
him to visit.
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But all I got was him and Brenda yanking out
my oxygen tubes.
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As I took my last breath, Brenda sneered:
“You’re such a loser. Thanks for thinking I was
cheating on him before, because it made our
lives so much easier!”
“Oh, and next time, remember to bring proof!
You think you can just point the, finger and get
away with it?!”
Mark chimed in.
“Yeah, Mom, I think Brenda and I are happier
than you ever were!”
They used my money to live the high life,
traveled, partied.
Now I’m back.
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Thank God for second chances.
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I was browsing, picking out some tomatoes,
when my phone pinged.
I checked it.
It was the security camera footage.
Brenda, in a skimpy lace nightgown, was all
over some beefy dude.
Turns out the beefy dude was some idiot
named Dave, Brenda’s old boyfriend.
I installed cameras all over the house, waiting
for this day.
They were making out like teenagers, moving
from the living room to the bedroom.
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Brenda was pressed up against him, her face all flushed.
Dave, seeing her like that, grinned like a fool.
“You’re something else, Brenda! Cheating right
in your own house! You’re insane!”
“This is so hot, I can’t believe it’s happening.
You’re more fun than anyone else I’ve ever been with.”
He even gave her a squeeze.
Brenda giggled, wrapping her legs around his
waist, purring in his ear.
“Mark’s a dud, a total bore. You’re way better than he is!”
Dave raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Aren’t you afraid he’ll find out?”
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Brenda yanked at his shirt, sneering. “Mark’s whipped. He’s so in love with me, he’d never suspect a thing.”
She laughed, adding, “That old hag is out shopping, won’t be back for hours. Make
yourself at home, do whatever you want.”
Hearing their garbage, I was filled with rage and
amusement.
I was never thrilled about Mark marrying Brenda, but Mark basically threatened to cut
me off if I didn’t accept his future wife.
After my husband died, Mark and I were all the other had, so I eventually gave in.
Mark wanted Brenda, I thought I should just go along with it.
I loved Brenda like my own daughter, but she
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gave me nothing but scorn.
Remembering all that, my anger burned even
hotter.
I watched the video, seething, mentally cursing
them both.
Dave, hearing Brenda, got even bolder.
“Guess I’ll step in and be a real husband for a
while.”
He ripped off his shirt, then tore at Brenda’s
nightgown, leering.
