My daughter’s face twisted in outrage. Her voice cracked as she shouted, “Mommy’s lying! She said I’m a waste of money! She said I don’t deserve to eat good food! She said one day she’s gonna break my legs and cut out my tongue!”
She sobbed, trembling, and buried herself in Priscilla’s arms.
Harold, my father-in-law, who’d been reading the paper, looked up sharply and barked, “Your mom almost died giving birth to you, and this is how you repay her? You ungrateful little thing!”
Terrified, my daughter clung to Priscilla’s neck like her life depended on it.
“Grandma, I’m not lying! I don’t—I don’t wanna be kidnapped! Please save me!”
Priscilla gently stroked my daughter’s back, full of tender affection. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Grandma’s here. You’re safe.”
Then she turned to her husband with a light scold. “She’s just a kid. She doesn’t know what she’s saying. Let’s not take it too seriously.”
Finally, she looked back at me. “No cheese fondue, then. Go out and buy some groceries.”
I nodded at first—but then I caught the smug little smile creeping onto my daughter’s face.
I froze.
That smile. She had worn the same one in my last life.
It was because I left the house that she was able to twist the story, saying I used the grocery trip as a cover to meet the kidnappers. And wouldn’t you know it—they really did find a few strange numbers in my call history!
But not this time!
I pulled out my phone and opened the delivery app.
“It’s raining today, Mom. Let’s just get groceries delivered.”
Disappointment flashed in Niah’s eyes. She bit her lip, sulking in silence while I smiled to myself.
‘No cheese fondue. No grocery trip. No setup. Let’s see how she plans to twist things now.’
That night, Tyson Drummond, my husband, returned from his business trip. We all sat around the dinner table, eating quietly—just a normal family meal, almost peaceful.
Tyson complimented my cooking, and my in-laws were all praises too.
Everyone seemed happy.
Everyone—except me.
I noticed it right away—my daughter’s eyes were restless, shifty. She was calculating something.
I glanced at my phone. Just two minutes left.
In my last life, this was the moment she plunged her hand into the cheese fondue and accused me of abuse.
I quickly opened my Photos app and checked again. Nothing. No weird photos, no strange videos.
That eased my nerves a little.
‘Not this time. I won’t let her pull the same stunt again!’