My Husband Let My Mom Die for His Side Chick - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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"No, Jacob, the woman in the footage really did look like Abby's mom. I didn't know she had passed away—it was an honest mistake. I wasn't lying to you..."
Jacob's lips curled into a sneer. "The surveillance tape checks out, but I know your game. You hired some lookalike to impersonate my mother-in-law. What was your endgame? To turn Abby and her family against me? You thought you'd covered all your bases, didn't you? Never imagined we'd call your bluff because the real woman was already dead. Tell me, Emma Wilson, how exactly does a corpse steal a dog?" His voice turned icy. "I must've been blind not to see what a conniving snake you are."
Emma went pale. "I didn't—I swear I don't even know that woman! Please, you have to believe me—"
Jacob shoved her away. "Save it. I'll get to the bottom of this myself."
Emma's knees buckled, sending her crumpling to the ground.
Once I'd chased them all off, the cemetery finally fell quiet. No more vultures circling my mother's grave.
Just us—mother and daughter. I carefully patted down the fresh earth, smoothing my mother's final resting place with trembling hands. I stayed for hours, whispering secrets to the headstone until twilight painted the sky.
The house lights were on when I returned—an unwelcome surprise. My fingers hovered over my phone, ready to dial 911, until the door swung open.
Jacob stood there like some twisted mirage. "You're home. Dinner's ready."
"Get out." I shouldered past him.
That's when I spotted Lucas cowering behind his father, still rattled from our earlier confrontation. His small voice wavered: "Mom...?"
"Wrong address. Your mother's name is Emma." My tone could've frozen hell.
The boy's eyes welled up as he tugged Jacob's sleeve. My husband sighed, crouching to murmur, "Mom's just hurt right now. We messed up, so we'll have to try extra hard to make it right, okay?"
Lucas nodded obediently.
There was a time that pathetic display might've broken me. Now? It turned my stomach.
Maybe my stone-cold resolve got through to him. Jacob actually gathered their things to leave.
"At least try the food," he said, gesturing to the table. "First time I've cooked. If it's terrible, toss it. There's microwave pancakes in the fridge—"
I scraped every last bite into the trash without tasting it. The man who'd once made me weak in the knees now made me nauseous.
Jacob's breath hitched. After a long silence, he added, "Lock up tonight. If you need anything—anything at all—my phone's on. No more missed calls."
He left with Lucas in tow.
For days, they haunted my mother's doorstep like persistent ghosts. I never once opened the door—not even when they knelt in a thunderstorm, soaked to the bone, begging for forgiveness.
Jacob miscalculated. The Abigail who'd melt at their suffering died the day they betrayed her.
Then came the desperate call: "Lucas collapsed! Let us in!"
I laughed—a harsh, brittle sound. "Playing the sick kid card now, Jacob Thompson? Pathetic. Save your cheap theatrics for someone who still cares."
Jacob's lips curled into a sneer. "The surveillance tape checks out, but I know your game. You hired some lookalike to impersonate my mother-in-law. What was your endgame? To turn Abby and her family against me? You thought you'd covered all your bases, didn't you? Never imagined we'd call your bluff because the real woman was already dead. Tell me, Emma Wilson, how exactly does a corpse steal a dog?" His voice turned icy. "I must've been blind not to see what a conniving snake you are."
Emma went pale. "I didn't—I swear I don't even know that woman! Please, you have to believe me—"
Jacob shoved her away. "Save it. I'll get to the bottom of this myself."
Emma's knees buckled, sending her crumpling to the ground.
Once I'd chased them all off, the cemetery finally fell quiet. No more vultures circling my mother's grave.
Just us—mother and daughter. I carefully patted down the fresh earth, smoothing my mother's final resting place with trembling hands. I stayed for hours, whispering secrets to the headstone until twilight painted the sky.
The house lights were on when I returned—an unwelcome surprise. My fingers hovered over my phone, ready to dial 911, until the door swung open.
Jacob stood there like some twisted mirage. "You're home. Dinner's ready."
"Get out." I shouldered past him.
That's when I spotted Lucas cowering behind his father, still rattled from our earlier confrontation. His small voice wavered: "Mom...?"
"Wrong address. Your mother's name is Emma." My tone could've frozen hell.
The boy's eyes welled up as he tugged Jacob's sleeve. My husband sighed, crouching to murmur, "Mom's just hurt right now. We messed up, so we'll have to try extra hard to make it right, okay?"
Lucas nodded obediently.
There was a time that pathetic display might've broken me. Now? It turned my stomach.
Maybe my stone-cold resolve got through to him. Jacob actually gathered their things to leave.
"At least try the food," he said, gesturing to the table. "First time I've cooked. If it's terrible, toss it. There's microwave pancakes in the fridge—"
I scraped every last bite into the trash without tasting it. The man who'd once made me weak in the knees now made me nauseous.
Jacob's breath hitched. After a long silence, he added, "Lock up tonight. If you need anything—anything at all—my phone's on. No more missed calls."
He left with Lucas in tow.
For days, they haunted my mother's doorstep like persistent ghosts. I never once opened the door—not even when they knelt in a thunderstorm, soaked to the bone, begging for forgiveness.
Jacob miscalculated. The Abigail who'd melt at their suffering died the day they betrayed her.
Then came the desperate call: "Lucas collapsed! Let us in!"
I laughed—a harsh, brittle sound. "Playing the sick kid card now, Jacob Thompson? Pathetic. Save your cheap theatrics for someone who still cares."
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