My mother-in-law quietly made it clear I wasn’t good enough for her son — wrong background, “wrong” body, “wrong” life. Then one day she showed up unannounced with three young, beautiful women, claimed they were distant relatives who needed a place to stay. They moved in. She paraded them around for her son: cooking, reading, playing with neighbors’ children — everything I supposedly lacked. My husband said nothing.
As I watched them handpicked to “upgrade” me, I began quietly sowing doubt. I pulled the girls aside one by one and hinted that their stay was really a test — that they were being judged as potential replacements. The next morning, the women vanished. My MIL screamed betrayal, my husband looked hollow. Then he confessed: it had been his idea. He wanted a divorce, but used his mother to shield himself.
My “perfect revenge” revealed not just my mother-in-law’s cruelty — but my husband’s cowardice. The revenge left me exposed to a deeper betrayal: I realized not even I had been enough to keep our marriage together.