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I’ve always been busy with work, so Mason has taken on most of the responsibility for
our daughter, Angie.
Still, whenever I had free time, I made sure to spend it with her. We’ve traveled together,
baked cakes, and I’ve spoiled her with pretty little dresses.
Whenever she got sick, I’d drop everything to stay by her side, never letting her feel a lack
of motherly love. Over the years, we’ve always been close.
But lately, Angie had grown distant, and her attitude toward me had turned sharp and
cold. I couldn’t help but wonder if Miss Taylor’s meddling had something to do with it.
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After some thought, I decided to have a heart–to–heart talk with Angie,
I carefully pushed open her bedroom door, only to find her sitting in Mason’s lap, video–calling someone.
They didn’t notice me come in, as they were seated with their backs to the door.
Angie held the phone close to her face, her voice sweet and eager.
“Miss Taylor, when are you moving into our house?”
“I gave that old witch a hard time today. As soon as Daddy agrees to divorce her, I’ll make her leave! Then you can be my new mommy!”
On the other end of the call, Miss Taylor’s voice was filled with undisguised delight.
“Angie, you’re such a good girl! But remember, once you pick a new mommy, there’s no
going back. Are you sure you won’t regret it?”
Angie tilted her head with a little huff.
“Of course not! I can’t wait to have a new mommy!”
She grinned and added, “Miss Taylor, Daddy already said he’s going to divorce Mommy. When you move in, can you let me have as much ice cream as I want? And can we get a bunch of puppies too? Please?”
Mason sat next to her, smiling gently, not saying a word to correct her.
The atmosphere between the three of them was warm, cheerful–like a little family planning their future.
I stood there, stone–faced, as I pulled out my phone and began recording the entire
scene.
Miss Taylor wasn’t just overstepping her bounds; she was digging her own grave.
At one point, Mason glanced at the screen and caught sight of my skirt in the
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He gently set Angie down and stammered, “Jenna, wait, it’s not what you think! We’re just trying to make Angie happy-”
Before he could finish, Angie jumped in front of him like a little guard dog, her tiny fists clenched.
“Mommy, you’re just a mean old witch! Don’t you dare bully Daddy!”
My anger flared. I snatched the phone from Angie’s hands and addressed Miss Taylor directly.
“Miss Taylor, do you think it’s appropriate to poison a child’s mind against her own mother? Don’t you find your tactics a bit… pathetic?”
Miss Taylor covered her mouth in fake surprise, her eyes gleaming with smugness.
“Oh, Angie’s Mom,” she said sweetly, “we were just trying to make Angie happy. Why do you have to take everything so seriously?”
She smirked and added, “No wonder Angie keeps telling me you act like a wicked witch. Growing up in such a tense household must be so hard for her.”
Then, as if she hadn’t insulted me enough, she added with a condescending smile, “And I’ve heard you’re out wining and dining for work all the time. A woman should know how to carry herself. Unlike me–I’d devote myself entirely to my family if I had one.”
Her smugness made my blood boil. I wanted nothing more than to reach through the screen, grab her by the hair, and drag her off her high horse.
But I wasn’t about to stoop to her level.
I straightened my back, my face calm and cold. “Miss Taylor, as a teacher, you should be ashamed of yourself for trying to destroy someone else’s family. You’re unworthy of your position, and you’re unworthy of the trust parents put in you.”
I paused, then delivered my final warning.
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