The Lingerie Thief Next Door - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I rose from my seat and poured myself a glass of warm water, taking slow sips to steady my nerves.
Memories from the past few years of marriage came rushing back.
My husband and I had been college sweethearts. After three years of dating, we tied the knot, and our bond had always been solid. When our child was born, my in-laws moved in to help with the baby and take care of me.
After my mother-in-law passed away three years ago from illness, my father-in-law refused to go back to his hometown alone and ended up staying with us permanently.
He pitched in with laundry, cooking, and picking up our kid from school. I was truly grateful for his help. Whenever I found something delicious, I made sure to bring some home for him. On holidays, my husband and I would take him out to unwind.
But then, a few days ago, my pajamas mysteriously vanished.
I'd bought that set four or five years ago. After having the baby, I'd gained weight and hadn't worn them until recently, when I dug them out from the back of the closet. I'd only worn them a handful of times before they disappeared.
It didn't make sense—how could something just go missing inside the house? It wasn't like we had a burglar.
Now, after seeing my father-in-law's behavior today, a cold shiver ran down my spine. The real thief wasn't some stranger—it was a dirty old man under our own roof.
My mind kept circling back to all the scandalous news stories I'd heard, the kind of twisted family dramas people whispered about in hushed tones.
Stories about daughters-in-law getting tangled up with their fathers-in-law while their husbands were away. Or widowed fathers-in-law making inappropriate moves on their sons' wives.
The more I replayed my father-in-law's actions from earlier, the sicker I felt.
But then, memories of my mother-in-law's kindness and my husband's love flickered through my mind.
The truth was, before today, my father-in-law had always treated me well…
I stood by the window, staring into the dark night outside, and let out a quiet sigh. I told myself to drop it—just this once.
The next day, I went to work like usual.
My father-in-law called me several times, but I ignored every one.
Then came the texts—pleading with me not to stay mad at my husband, asking if he'd done something wrong, begging me to tell him so he could fix it.
Fix it? Yeah, right.
I blocked his number without a second thought.
Memories from the past few years of marriage came rushing back.
My husband and I had been college sweethearts. After three years of dating, we tied the knot, and our bond had always been solid. When our child was born, my in-laws moved in to help with the baby and take care of me.
After my mother-in-law passed away three years ago from illness, my father-in-law refused to go back to his hometown alone and ended up staying with us permanently.
He pitched in with laundry, cooking, and picking up our kid from school. I was truly grateful for his help. Whenever I found something delicious, I made sure to bring some home for him. On holidays, my husband and I would take him out to unwind.
But then, a few days ago, my pajamas mysteriously vanished.
I'd bought that set four or five years ago. After having the baby, I'd gained weight and hadn't worn them until recently, when I dug them out from the back of the closet. I'd only worn them a handful of times before they disappeared.
It didn't make sense—how could something just go missing inside the house? It wasn't like we had a burglar.
Now, after seeing my father-in-law's behavior today, a cold shiver ran down my spine. The real thief wasn't some stranger—it was a dirty old man under our own roof.
My mind kept circling back to all the scandalous news stories I'd heard, the kind of twisted family dramas people whispered about in hushed tones.
Stories about daughters-in-law getting tangled up with their fathers-in-law while their husbands were away. Or widowed fathers-in-law making inappropriate moves on their sons' wives.
The more I replayed my father-in-law's actions from earlier, the sicker I felt.
But then, memories of my mother-in-law's kindness and my husband's love flickered through my mind.
The truth was, before today, my father-in-law had always treated me well…
I stood by the window, staring into the dark night outside, and let out a quiet sigh. I told myself to drop it—just this once.
The next day, I went to work like usual.
My father-in-law called me several times, but I ignored every one.
Then came the texts—pleading with me not to stay mad at my husband, asking if he'd done something wrong, begging me to tell him so he could fix it.
Fix it? Yeah, right.
I blocked his number without a second thought.
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