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When her daughter-in-law crashed her car in the dеаd of night, Sandra thought the worst was over. Then a sh.ocking phone call revealed an even deeper betrayal. What began as a morning of frustration quickly unraveled into a discovery that would change her family’s future forever.
I never imagined my day would start likе this. I’m 57, a widow, living in a quiet neighborhood. My son, Derek, 28, and his wife, Lindsay, moved in with me last year. It was supposed to be temporary, just until they found a place of their own.
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But here we are, still sharing the same roof. Derek’s a good boy, always has been. He works hard, takes care of his family, and tries to keep the peace. Lindsay, on the other hand, well, she’s a different story. We’ve never quite seen eye to eye.
Derek left for a business trip two days ago, leaving me alone with Lindsay. I could tell she wasn’t thrilled about it either. There’s always tension between us, likе walking on eggshells. I tried to avoid her as much as possible, sticking to my routine and letting her do her own thing.
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This morning, I woke up to the sound of a loud thud outside. My heart skipped a beat. I threw on my robe and rushed out the front door. There, in the driveway, was my car, my poor old car, sitting with a dented bumper and shattered headlights. The source of the thud was right by its side: one of the wing mirrors was lying shattered on the driveway.
“What in the world?” I gasped, rushing over to it. My hands trembled as I touched the crumpled metal. How did this happen? It was fine last night when I checked on it. Who could’ve done this?
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Just then, I heard the front door creak open behind me. I turned to see Lindsay casually sipping her coffee as if nothing was wrong.
“Oh, good morning,” she said, her tone as indifferent as ever.
“Morning? Look at my car, Lindsay! It’s wrecked!” I couldn’t believe how calm she was.
She glanced at the car, then back at me. “Yeah, I noticed that.”
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“You noticed? What do you mean you noticed? Do you know what happened?”
Lindsay shrugged, taking another sip of her coffee. “I took it out last night. The brakes were acting up. Probably why it got banged up.”
“You took my car?” I could feel my blood pressure rising. “Without asking me?”
“Well, you weren’t using it. And I had somewhere to be,” she replied, completely unfazed.
“Somewhere to be? At that hour? Where could you possibly need to go in the middle of the night?”
If you likеd this story, consider checking out this one: My husband, Derek, and I have shаrеd our lives for what feels likе forever. We’ve built a home and raised two kids. Though we were madly in love, we got a prenup to avoid any messy disputes should we ever decide to part ways. I didn’t think I’d ever need it.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dеаd, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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