Stella cherished her life with Zack and their children but repeated bouts of sickness after family dinners raised alarming suspicions. Determined to get to the bottom of it, Stella set a trap that led to a shocking discovery, leaving her questioning everything she knew about her family.
My name is Stella, and I’m a 32-year-old wife and mother. Life has been a whirlwind since I met Zack, my rock and my confidant. We’ve been married for seven years, and in that time, we’ve welcomed two beautiful kids into the world: Dylan, who’s six, and Faith, who’s five.
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Our family isn’t perfect, but we’ve always found our way through the ups and downs together.
Zack and I met at a mutual friend’s wedding. He was charming, funny, and had this infectious smile that could light up any room. We clicked instantly. Fast forward a few years, and there we were, exchanging vows and building our life together.
Zack’s unwavering support and love were constants in my life, or so I thought. What I didn’t realize was that his mother, Cynthia, was quietly and determinedly working against me.
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Cynthia never approved of me from day one. She never outright said it, but her actions spoke volumes. She had this uncanny ability to be the sweetest person in Zack’s presence, but the moment he turned his back, she’d unleash her disdain.
“Stella, dear, you really should learn how to cook better,” she’d say with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes whenever Zack left the room. “Zack deserves so much more than what you’re offering.”
I’d tell Zack about these comments, but he’d always brush them off. “Mom’s just old-fashioned,” he’d say, laughing it off. “She doesn’t mean any harm.”
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Cynthia loved Dylan and Faith, or at least, she acted like she did. She’d bring them gifts, bake cookies with them, and shower them with affection. It was as if she was trying to prove to Zack what a wonderful grandmother she was, all while subtly undermining me.
But this is where things become interesting and a bit dark. I always thought Cynthia’s dislike and disapproval of me were restricted to mere comments, but that was until we started receiving dinner invites from her and whatnot.
Every month, like clockwork, we’d attend family functions at her house. And every month, like clockwork, I’d end up feeling sick afterward. It started with a stomach ache, then nausea, and by the time we got home, I’d be racing to the bathroom, struck down by a severe case of diarrhea.
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“Zack, I swear it’s something your mom’s putting in my food,” I told him one night after another miserable evening at Cynthia’s. I was curled up on the couch, clutching my stomach while Zack looked at me with concern and disbelief.
“Stella, come on,” he said, rubbing my back. “You know Mom wouldn’t do something like that. She loves us. She loves the kids.”
“Maybe she loves you and the kids, but she sure as hell doesn’t love me,” I muttered, the frustration boiling over. “She never gets sick. You never get sick. It’s always me. Every single time.”
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Zack sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to say, Stella. Maybe it’s just stress? You’ve been under a lot lately with the kids and work.”
I shook my head, tears welling up. “No, Zack. You don’t understand. It’s not stress.”
I knew Zack wouldn’t believe me until I had substantial proof. But how could I prove it? I couldn’t exactly go around accusing Cynthia of poisoning me without any evidence. The next family gathering loomed on the horizon, and the mere thought of another bout of illness filled me with dread.
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I needed a plan, something to catch her red-handed. I started to think about ways to monitor what Cynthia was doing to my food discreetly. Maybe I could switch our plates when she wasn’t looking? Or bring my own food and pretend to eat hers? The gears in my mind turned as I considered each possibility.
The night before our next visit, I lay in bed, my mind racing. Zack was already asleep, his breathing deep and even beside me. I stared at the ceiling, my heart pounding with anxiety and determination.
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The day of Cynthia’s birthday dinner arrived, and I was determined to confirm my suspicions. I dressed up, plastering a smile on my face, and braced myself for the evening ahead. Zack, as usual, was excited to see his mom and spend time with his family.
We arrived at Cynthia’s house, and she greeted us with her typical warmth.
“Stella, darling, so good to see you!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug that felt like being squeezed by a boa constrictor. “And Zack, my handsome son! Happy to have you home.”
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I forced a smile. “Happy birthday, Cynthia. The house looks lovely.”
“Thank you, dear,” she said, her eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place. “Come, everyone’s waiting in the dining room.”
When dinner was served, I waited for the right moment. While Cynthia was busy fussing over Dylan and Faith, I subtly swapped my plate and drink with Zack’s. My heart pounded as I tried to act naturally, engaging in small talk and pretending to enjoy the meal. Zack seemed oblivious, enjoying the food and chatting with his mom.
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As the night wore on, I couldn’t help but watch Cynthia closely. She was in her element, charming everyone with her stories and laughter. But I knew better. When it was finally time to leave, I felt a wave of relief and anxiety. I knew the real test would come once we got home.
“Thanks for the lovely evening, Cynthia,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Oh, anytime, Stella. You know you’re always welcome here,” she replied, her smile as fake as ever.
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Back home, Zack started feeling unwell almost immediately. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” he groaned, clutching his stomach. “I think I’m coming down with something.”
I bit my lip, pretending to be concerned. “Oh no, Zack. Do you need anything? Should I get you some medicine?”
“Nah, I just need to lie down,” he said, heading to the bedroom.
The next morning, Zack was still sick. He was pale, exhausted, and frustrated. “I don’t get it. Why am I the only one who got sick? You ate the same food as me,” he said, looking at me suspiciously.
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“Well, actually,” I began, taking a deep breath, “I switched our plates last night. I wanted to see if it was just me or if something else was going on.”
Zack’s face turned red with anger. “You did what!? Are you saying you poisoned me?”
“No, Zack! I didn’t poison you! I just needed to know if your mom was messing with my food,” I said, my voice shaking.
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He stared at me with such hatred that it took my breath away. It was as if he had known all along what his mom was up to. “You’ve gone too far, Stella. This is insane.”
“I had to do it, Zack. She’s been making me sick for months, and you never believed me. Now you know the truth,” I said, trying to stay calm.
“I can’t believe you’d do something like this!” he snapped. “You’re not the woman I married!”
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“And your mom’s not the loving mother you think she is!” I retorted, tears streaming down my face. “I need to protect myself and our kids from her.”
“I can’t deal with this right now,” he said, turning away from me. “Just go.”
That was the final straw. I quickly packed a couple of bags, my hands trembling as I gathered our things. Dylan and Faith were still asleep, oblivious to the turmoil. I gently woke them while trying to stay composed.
“Mommy, where are we going?” Dylan asked, rubbing his eyes.
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“We’re going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa for a little while,” I said, forcing a smile. “It’ll be like a little vacation.”
Zack didn’t say a word as I loaded our things into the car. He just stood there, his expression a combination of anger and disbelief. I couldn’t bear to look at him as I buckled the kids into their seats.
I drove away feeling a strange sense of relief and sorrow. I had done what I needed to do, but it still hurt. The kids were quiet in the backseat, sensing the tension.
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At my parents’ house, they welcomed us with open arms. “Oh, Stella, what’s happened?” my mom asked, her face full of concern.
“It’s a long story, Mom,” I said, hugging her tightly. “But I’m done. I’ve had enough.”
Over the next few days, I started the process of hiring a divorce lawyer. It wasn’t easy, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Zack tried to call a few times, but I didn’t answer. I needed space to think and to heal.
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One evening, as I was tucking Dylan and Faith into bed, Dylan looked up at me with his big, innocent eyes. “Mommy, are we going to see Daddy soon?”
I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know, sweetheart. But no matter what happens, I promise you and Faith that I’ll always be here for you.”
At that moment, I felt a surge of strength. I had done the right thing by protecting myself and my kids. And as painful as it was, I knew I was moving towards a better future.
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So, what would you have done in my situation? Do you think I overreacted? Or was leaving Zack the right decision? I’m still processing everything, but deep down, I know I did what was best for me and my children.
I Fell Asleep on My Husband in the Plane but Shockingly Woke up on Another Man’s Shoulder
My husband and I had just boarded a flight to Miami when I fell asleep on his shoulder. Later, I woke and found my husband gone and a mysterious man in his spot! He hushed me before I could scream, and urgently whispered, “Your husband is not who he seems to be…”
When Jerry took on that new project six months ago, I knew it would be demanding. I just didn’t realize it would consume him entirely, leaving me feeling like an unwanted piece of luggage in our marriage.
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Late nights, weekends away—our relationship was becoming a ghost town. Conversations were strained, his eyes always glazed over with disinterest whenever I tried to talk about us. It felt like I was screaming into a void.
So, when Jerry suggested postponing our week-long vacation to Miami, I stood my ground.
“Everything’s already booked,” I told him firmly. “We can’t cancel.”
“We have to,” he snapped. “My project has reached a crucial phase. Or have you forgotten that some of us don’t have the luxury of living off investments?”
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“Jerry, you know darn well that I don’t ‘live off my investments,’ like some trust fund baby,” I retorted, rolling my eyes. “I also work and have career aspirations and job responsibilities.”
He always brought up money when he wasn’t getting his way and I was not going to cave to his tactics this time!
“Besides, your leave has already been approved and, like I said, we can’t cancel.”
Jerry let out a long-suffering sigh. “Fine. Not like you’d miss the deposit if we did, but you’re the boss, right?”
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See why we needed this vacation so badly? Jerry and I couldn’t carry on like this anymore. We were living past each other, and it would ruin our marriage if we didn’t do something about it immediately.
I started packing immediately. That Friday, we loaded our baggage in the car and headed to the airport. I was thrilled, and even Jerry started smiling as we headed into the building.
I took this as a good sign, but I soon found out it was anything but!
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On the plane, I let my exhaustion take over. Jerry’s shoulder seemed like a sanctuary, a fleeting moment of closeness I desperately clung to. I woke some time later, as the pilot announced we were approaching our destination.
“I slept the whole flight?” I muttered. “Baby, you should’ve…”
But my words died in my throat when I looked up and realized the man beside me was not Jerry. Panic surged through me.
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I straightened and was about to scream when he said something that turned my world upside down.
“Your husband is not who he seems to be. He’s lying to you.”
“What?” My heart pounded, confusion swirling in my mind. “Stop being mysterious. Who are you and what the hell is going on?!”
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“We don’t have much time. I saw you and your husband at the airport, and I thought you needed to know. When he returns to you in a few minutes, behave as usual.”
I stared at him, trying to process his words. “What do you mean?”
“I’m Michael. I met a girl named Sophie at the airport. I liked her, and flirted with her, but then I overheard her phone conversation with another man. They talked about him ditching his wife to spend time with her.”
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“What’s that got to do with me?” I asked. “You can’t mean to suggest—”
“I saw you fall asleep on your husband’s shoulder soon after takeoff. Fifteen minutes later, I saw him get up and go to meet Sophie.” He gestured to the narrow arch at the end of the aisle. “They were flirting and acting like they’ve known each other for years. Your husband is the guy she spoke to on the phone.”
My world shattered.
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I couldn’t believe it. Jerry, my Jerry, was cheating on me? I struggled to reconcile Michael’s words with the image of my husband. Could it be true?
“You can’t know that for sure,” I said.
Michael smiled kindly at me and placed a hand on my shoulder. “I could be wrong… but I don’t think I am. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”
He slipped out of Jerry’s seat and headed to an empty seat near the back of the cabin.
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I was in so much shock that I jumped when Jerry dropped into the seat Michael had vacated.
“You’re awake,” he declared with a big grin. “Ready for our holiday?”
All I could do was stare at him. He frowned slightly, but then the speakers crackled again with the usual instructions about passengers returning to their seats and fastening their seatbelts.
I decided then that I needed to see for myself if Michael was right. I resolved to act normally, to observe Jerry, and confirm the truth.
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Upon arriving in Miami, Jerry seemed his usual charming self, engaging in light-hearted conversations and romantic gestures.
For a moment, I doubted Michael’s story. But then, Jerry got a phone call. He stepped out onto the balcony to take it, but soon returned with a grim look on his face.
“Sorry, honey, but I have to fly home immediately. There’s an emergency with the project. But I’ll be back by Wednesday, I swear.”
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My heart sank, but I masked my hurt and suspicion, pretending to understand and support him.
“Of course, I understand. Work is important,” I said, forcing a smile.
“Thanks, Jess. I knew you’d get it,” Jerry replied, kissing my forehead.
He grabbed his suitcase, which he hadn’t even started unpacking, and headed for the door. As soon as Jerry left the room, I hurried to follow him.
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I needed to know the truth, even if it meant breaking my own heart. I kept a safe distance as I followed Jerry downstairs. He jumped into a cab parked near the entrance. I immediately jumped into a cab as well and asked the driver to follow Jerry.
It soon became clear that Jerry was not headed to the airport. My heart sank as his cab eventually pulled up outside a luxury hotel.
And then my worst fears were confirmed.
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A gorgeous redhead woman in a bikini and sarong ran up to Jerry and threw herself into his arms. He twirled her around, both of them laughing, and then he kissed her.
I felt a mix of anger, heartbreak, and betrayal, but I remained composed. This was it—the moment of truth. I wasn’t going to let Jerry continue deceiving me.
I paid the driver then made my way into the hotel, my mind racing with a plan.
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I headed out to the bar by the pool and waited. Soon, Jerry and Sophie appeared. They sat on loungers near the pool, laughing and acting like a carefree couple.
The sight of them together made my stomach churn, but I kept my cool and ordered a cocktail. The moment Jerry walked off and jumped into the pool, I headed toward Sophie with my drink.
I paused near her chair and gazed down at her, lying in the sun with her eyes shut, skin gleaming with tanning oil. She wouldn’t even see this coming.
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With a flick of my wrist, I threw my entire drink over Sophie, ice blocks and all. She squealed like a piglet as the cold liquid splashed over her.
“Whoopsy,” I said, struggling to keep a straight face.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped, leaping to her feet. “Learn to look where you’re going, moron!”
I was taken aback by the venom in her voice, but before I could reply, I heard a familiar voice behind me.
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“Sophie, darling, what’s wrong?” Jerry shoved past me and rushed to Sophie’s side.
“So you are having an affair,” I said.
Jerry’s head snapped up when I spoke. His gaze fixed on me and I watched the blood drain from his face.
“Oh my God, Jessica? What are you doing here?”
“Catching you red-handed, you lying cheater!”
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“This is your wife?” Sophie said, looking me up and down. “That’s great. Now, we can finally be together, Jerry.” She turned to him, starry-eyed. “You can dump her, and we can start our new life together, just like you promised.”
I looked at Sophie, feeling a surge of triumph. “You think you’ll be living the high life with Jerry? Good luck with that. Everything is in my name. You’ll have to live on his charm alone.”
Sophie’s face fell, and she rounded on Jerry
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“You told me everything was yours! You said we’d be set!”
Jerry tried to ignore her, his eyes pleading with me. “Jessica, please, let’s talk about this.”
I shook my head, my voice steady. “There’s nothing left to talk about, Jerry. It’s over.”
I turned and walked away, my heart heavy but resolute.
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Back home, I started divorce proceedings immediately. I also contacted Michael to thank him for his honesty and support.
We met for dinner a few days later, and I found comfort in his presence.
“Thank you for everything,” I said, looking into his eyes. “I’d still be living a lie if you hadn’t approached me on the plane.”
Michael smiled, reaching across the table to take my hand. “I’m just glad I could help.”
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As we finished dinner, I felt a connection beginning to form. It wasn’t the fairytale ending I had once dreamed of, but it was real and honest.
The trip to Miami wasn’t the romantic rekindling I’d hoped for, but it was the start of a journey to self-discovery and resilience.
I walked away from a toxic marriage, stood up for myself, and found the strength to start anew. And in the process, I discovered that sometimes, the best beginnings come from the most unexpected endings.
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