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“If you keep meddling in my family, you’ll face consequences you won’t be able to
handle.”
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Miss Taylor didn’t seem fazed by my threat. If anything, she doubled down, pretending to look concerned for Angie.
“Angie’s Mom,” she said with a sigh, “even if you dislike me, you should think about
what’s best for Angie. With your temper, you’re bound to hurt her emotionally.”
She shook her head and added, “Sometimes, people should stop blaming others and
reflect on their own shortcomings. If your family was truly happy, there’d be no room for
anyone to ‘meddle,’ as you put it.”
Then, she turned to Angie, her voice soft and pitiful.
“Angie, sweetheart, you know I love you like my own daughter. But your mommy really
doesn’t like me. If she makes a big fuss about this, I might lose my job. So, from now on,
don’t call me when you’re at home, okay? But at school, I’ll still treat you like my real
daughter.”
With that, she sniffled dramatically, her shoulders shaking as if she were crying, and hung up the call.
Angie immediately burst into tears, screaming at me and kicking my legs.
“Bad mommy! I hate you! I don’t want to live with you anymore–I want to go live with Miss Taylor!”
She stormed out of the room, sobbing.
Mason gave me a helpless look before running after her, leaving his phone abandoned on
the bed in his rush.
I picked it up and unlocked it, scrolling through his messages with Miss Taylor.
At first, their chats had seemed innocent enough. Miss Taylor would send pictures of
Angie at school, along with comments like:
“Mr. Carter, Angie said her hair hurt today, so I fixed it for her. Looks like her mom doesn’t
really
now much
bout these bings bub?”
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“Angie often tells me what a great dad you are, but she doesn’t mention her mom much. Is she not very involved?”
“Today, Angie cried because all the other kids had their moms pick them up. Maybe you
could remind your wife to spend more time with her?”
But as time went on, the tone changed. Miss Taylor started sending pictures of herself with Angie–her holding Angie on her lap, gazing at her with a soft smile. In some of the photos, her low–cut tops revealed far more than necessary.
Then there were videos of Angie calling her “Mommy,” and even casual questions about
Mason’s job and income.
Mason, of course, had exaggerated the truth, claiming he ran a chain of restaurants and a public company–conveniently omitting the fact that it was my hard work that had built
everything.
Miss Taylor, clearly impressed, began sending him more revealing selfies.
I clenched the phone tightly, anger bubbling inside me. I wanted to smash it into pieces
and kick Mason out of the house.
But no. That would be too easy.
If I was going to deal with them, I’d take them both down together.
The next day, I met with the director of Angie’s preschool over coffee. After showing him the messages, his face turned pale.
“Ms. Carter, I sincerely apologize. Miss Taylor’s behavior has seriously violated our school’s code of conduct. If you’re dissatisfied, we can terminate her immediately.”
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and added, “And I can assure you, no reputable preschool will ever hire her again.”
I smiled, satisfied.
Miss Taylor probably didn’t know that I was a major shareholder in the school.
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I smiled, satisfied.
Miss Taylor probably didn’t know that I was a major shareholder in the school.
And I wasn’t afraid to use my power.
