Kristi tended to a rich couple in business class who were very affectionate with each other. The next day, she was shocked to discover the same man engaged to her mother. Kristi knew she had to act, but had no idea what she was about to unleash.
High above the clouds in the business class part of a commercial plane, Kristi, in her crisp flight attendant uniform, walked the aisle with practiced grace.
She stopped by a couple nestled by the window, absorbed in their private world. The man, in a sharply tailored suit, presented a small velvet box to the woman, whose eyes lit up like the 4th of July.
As he opened it, a delicate necklace gleamed, its stones scattering prismatic colors across their seats. Kristi’s eyes widened, and she paused her rounds for a second.
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“May I, my gorgeous Isabella?” the man whispered to his companion, excitement coloring his voice. The woman nodded, her cheeks blushing as she lifted her hair for him to clasp the necklace.
“That’s a lovely shade of lipstick,” the woman said, turning her attention to Kristi with a warm smile.
Flustered and touched, Kristi touched her lips. “Thank you, it’s my favorite,” she replied, stuttering at being caught snooping.
The man smiled up at Kristi, offering her a generous tip. “Thank you for making this flight special,” he said sincerely.
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“It’s my pleasure. Enjoy your journey together,” Kristi responded, her heart fluttering as she moved on, the couple’s joy lingering in her mind.
***
The next day was her only day off that weekend, and Kristi had promised to visit her mother. Upon arriving, the older woman grabbed her arm and introduced her to Edwin, her new fiancé.
Except, he was none other than the man from the plane who had given another, younger woman a beautiful diamond necklace. Kristi’s shock froze her, but she schooled her expression.
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“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kristi. Your mother has told me so much about you,” Edwin said smoothly, offering his hand as if they had never met.
“Nice to meet you too,” she replied cautiously, playing along for her mother’s sake.
Edwin then took over the kitchen, whipping up a meal with the flair of a seasoned chef. “It’s my way of showing care,” he explained, serving dishes with ease.
As they ate, Edwin regaled them with stories from his travels, yet he only responded vaguely when Kristi probed further into his past.
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It only made things worse, but she wasn’t sure what to say to her mother. Could she be wrong about him?
After dinner, Kristi decided to take her mother outside, hoping the air would clear her mind.
***
The cool breeze of the terrace was exactly what she needed before asking some tough questions. “Mom, what do you really know about Edwin?” Kristi asked carefully.
“He’s wonderful. A billionaire, a diamond tycoon’s son. He’s shown me such a glamorous life,” her mother replied, eyes shining. “We’ll be married in just a few days!”
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“Mom, I know this is going to sound strange, but I swear I saw him on a recent flight with another woman, now suddenly he’s with you and getting married,” Kristi pressed.
Her mother frowned. “Why are you lying? Can’t you be happy for me? Edwin loves me. You just don’t want me to be with another man after your father’s death.”
“That’s not it! Doesn’t his quick move seem odd?” Kristi argued.
“Odd? No, it’s romantic. You’re too young to understand. Edwin is all about love,” her mother shook her head.
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Kristi sighed. “Mom, please think about it. He could be a scammer. That act on the plane… he’s like a Casanova.”
“Scammer? Kristi, that’s ridiculous. Edwin is a good man!” her mother defended.
“I just don’t want to see you lose everything to a man we barely know,” Kristi said, desperately trying to make her understand.
But at that moment, Edwin appeared, drinks in hand.“Ladies, let’s celebrate,” he said cheerfully, and Kristi’s mother excused herself for a second.
Kristi frowned at Edwin once they were alone and couldn’t hold back any longer.
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“How can you manipulate my mother’s feelings?” she demanded, exposing everything she saw him doing on the plane.
Edwin’s smile faltered. “Kristi, I only want your mother’s happiness. No need for hostility.”
She scoffed and poured a drink over his head. “You think you’re clever, but I see through you. I won’t let you hurt my mother,” she declared firmly. “You’re a fraud!”
Her mother appeared, and her eyes bulged at the orange slice that was still dripping from Edwin’s face. “Kristi, how could you? Edwin, I’m so sorry…”
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Edwin reassured her. “It’s alright. Let’s not let this ruin our evening.”
Kristi’s frown deepened as her mother tended to the scammer, and she realized there was no way to win that night. Still, she knew she had to prove Edwin’s true nature to protect her mother.
It would just take some time.
That’s when she remembered an important detail from the day of the flight where she saw Edwin…and Isabella.
***
Kristi paced outside the airline office, gathering her courage before entering. At the front desk, a cheerful representative greeted her. “Good morning! How can I assist you today?”
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“I need to see the passenger list from my last flight. It’s important,” Kristi said, stumbling over her words.
“That’s confidential. May I ask why you need it?” the representative asked, her brow furrowing.
Kristi tried to hide her nervousness as she said, “A passenger left something valuable. I want to help return it.”
“Okay, I can’t show you the list, but I can help if you give me more details,” the representative said, leading Kristi to a private office.
Once seated, Kristi explained that a passenger named Isabella lost her jewelry and was talking about it as they disembarked.
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The representative confirmed the Lost & Found department had received Isabella’s missing item report, and they had, in fact, found the jewelry.
“Could I return it to her myself? It might mean more coming from someone who was on the flight,” Kristi asked.
After signing a release form, Kristi received Isabella’s jewelry and contact details. She called the strange woman, arranging to meet the next day in a hotel lobby.
***
Kristi approached Isabella, the same woman Edwin was affectionate with on her last flight, in a beautiful hotel coffee shop and was recognized immediately.
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“You were the flight attendant on my last trip, weren’t you?” Isabella asked, surprised.
“Yes, that was me. It’s a small world.”
Kristi went right into it, telling her about Edwin, her suspicions, and everything else she knew. The young woman frowned, frustrated.
“I knew something was off. Edwin asked me for a large sum of money for an emergency. I trusted him, and I’m supposed to meet him soon to give it to him,” Isabella revealed, leaning back and crossing her arms.
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Kristi told her that was their chance to expose him. “We can set up a scenario to catch him. We’ll record everything. I’ll disguise myself; he won’t recognize me,” she planned.
Isabella agreed, and they spent the next hour devising their strategy, focusing on every detail and potential reaction from Edwin.
As Kristi left the coffee shop, she felt nervous but resolved. The plan was set, and together, they were going to save her mother.
***
In a dimly lit upscale restaurant where Isabella had arranged to meet Edwin and give him the money he asked for, the young woman waited, twirling her wine glass.
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Meanwhile, Kristi was disguised as a waitress and watched from across the room as Edwin entered confidently and greeted Isabella.
“Isabella, my dear, sorry to keep you waiting,” he said, sitting down.
Kristi approached their table to take their order, and Isabella played along perfectly, suggesting they celebrate with red wine.
“Excellent choice,” Edwin agreed, keeping his eyes on Isabella. Kristi quickly brought the wine, her heart racing with each step.
“That’ll be all, thank you,” Edwin said, looking only briefly at Kristi. It wasn’t enough to notice who she was. His attention quickly turned back to his date.
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As they sipped their wine, Isabella suggested that instead of giving him money, she could give him a gift, something more tangible like jewelry as he had been so generous to give her diamonds.
Intrigued, Edwin pulled out his phone to show her some options, from Cartier and Rolex watches to designer clothes.
As soon as his phone was on the table, Kristi saw her chance. She pretended to refill their wine glasses and accidentally spilled some on Edwin’s shirt.
“Damn it! My shirt!” he exclaimed, jumping up in irritation.
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“It’s just an accident, Edwin. Let’s not make a scene,” Isabella calmed him, giving Kristi a discreet nod.
Kristi apologized profusely, then hurried away, claiming she needed to fetch club soda and napkins.
She had swapped Edwin’s unlocked phone during the commotion with a temporary decoy, and rushed to the restroom to check the real phone.
After searching for a few minutes, Kristi discovered Edwin’s active dating profile and flirtatious messages similar to those he’d sent her mother.
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Not the undeniable proof she hoped for, but troubling all the same. Therefore, Kristi started typing a message, making a last-ditch effort to trap Edwin.
Suddenly, a knock startled her. “I know you’re in there with my phone! Come out now!” Edwin shouted from outside.
“I’m calling the police!” he declared, his voice stern and urgent.
Kristi stood, phone in hand, heart pounding. She opened the stall door to face Edwin in a tense standoff. He lunged for the phone, but Kristi dodged him.
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“Stay back!” she warned, her back against the cold restroom wall.
“Give me my phone, or you’ll regret it!” Edwin cornered her, his hand reaching out. Kristi screamed, hoping someone would come to her aid and bracing for what might happen next.
***
In a sterile police station, Kristi sat under the cold glare of fluorescent lights.
“You’re lucky Mr. Edwin hasn’t pressed charges,” a stern officer warned, “Consider this your only warning.”
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Kristi nodded, her voice small. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“Good intentions don’t always lead to good actions,” the cop replied before walking away.
Just then, her mother burst through the doors, her face etched with disappointment. “Kristi, this isn’t the daughter I raised,” she declared, her voice thick with emotion.
“Mom, I was trying to protect you from Edwin,” Kristi explained, looking down.
“Protect me by breaking the law?” her mother retorted sharply. “You’ve gone too far.”
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An officer intervened. “Mr. Edwin had filed a restraining order. Any further actions will lead to arrest.”
Kristi closed her eyes, but her mother didn’t give her any reprieve.
“I don’t want to see you anymore. Learn from this. Goodbye, Kristi,” the older woman said before leaving.
***
Kristi returned to the same hotel where she had met Isabella and sat at the lobby bar. While nursing a stiff drink, Isabella slid next to her.
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“I heard about what happened. I’m sorry,” she sighed, linking her fingers on the bar surface.
“Thanks,” Kristi said, half-smiling. “But before everything went down, I changed Edwin’s password on the dating site.”
“That’s brilliant,” Isabella responded, intrigued. “We can use that. Let’s warn the other women.”
Kristi laughed as they logged into Edwin’s dating profile together, crafting many messages to alert his targets.
“Beware of Edwin. He’s not who he claims to be. Protect your heart and your wallet,” Kristi typed steadily.
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Their initial laughter faded into a determined silence as they saw how far this man would go to scam women off their one.
It was late at night when Isabella closed her laptop and squeezed Kristi’s hand.
“And just think, what we’ve started tonight is only the beginning. Edwin has no idea what’s coming for him. Wait until the wedding—it’s going to be unforgettable!”
***
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city chapel as Edwin, clad in a sharp black tuxedo, prepared to marry Kristi’s mother.
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However, he didn’t know that today was the last time he would ever get away with his Casanova scam.
Kristi watched from the trees, her heart pounding as the ceremony began. Suddenly, an unusual murmur spread through the crowd.
Heels clicked on the floor as one woman, then another, and dozens more converged at the chapel. All were women Edwin had deceived.
A woman in a bright red dress yelled, “Scammer!” Her voice cut through the ceremony’s solemnity.
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Edwin frowned, his confusion turning to horror as he recognized her and others.
“He’s a liar!” shouted another.
“You won’t get away with this!” added a third.
The ceremony descended into chaos. One woman smashed a piece of the wedding cake into Edwin’s face, covering him with cream.
He started fleeing down the aisle, but a guest tripped him, sending him sprawling into a flower bed.
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The women swarmed, using handbags, shoes, and floral arrangements to exact their vengeance, shouting accusations.
The police eventually intervened, clearing the crowd and leading a disheveled Edwin away. As calm returned, the chapel buzzed with hushed conversations and occasional sobs.
Kristi stepped out from her hiding spot just as her mother exited the chapel, tears falling from her face. The older woman shook her head at her and got into a car.
Her mother was too proud to admit she was wrong. But Kristi would wait and give her enough time to grieve. In the meantime, she would make sure Edwin felt the full extent of the law.
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My Sassy MIL Took over Our Bed Without Asking for Years—But This Time, I Set a Trap My In-Laws Walked Right Into
Every time my parents-in-law visited, my sassy MIL took over our bedroom, shoving my things aside and lighting her signature candles. One day, I decided enough was enough! I devised a plan that would leave her begging for the guest room.
I watched the clock tick down with dread, knowing that in exactly 17 minutes, Hurricane Monica would make landfall.
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My mother-in-law wasn’t just visiting — she was invading, and my master bedroom was always her first conquest.
“They’re early,” my husband Jake muttered, peering through the living room blinds.
The familiar silver sedan pulled into our driveway ten minutes ahead of schedule. Of course, they were early. Monica never played by the rules.
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I smoothed my shirt and plastered on what I hoped was a convincing smile.
“Ready for the storm?” I asked.
Jake squeezed my hand. “We’ve weathered worse.”
But had we?
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For five years, I’d watched Monica march straight into our bedroom and dump her dirty luggage on our bed.
She shoved our toiletries aside or tossed them into the bathroom cabinet so she could scatter her makeup and perfumes everywhere.
She lit scented candles without asking, and left behind heavy scents and even oily stains from her “relaxing oils.”
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The memory of last Christmas still stung, when I’d found my jewelry box emptied into a drawer because she “needed the space.”
She also shoved my books under the bed, and always left our room messier than she found it.
The doorbell rang, and Jake opened it with practiced enthusiasm. “Mom! Dad! Great to see you!”
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Monica swept in like royalty, air-kissing both of Jake’s cheeks before giving me a once-over that somehow made me feel both invisible and scrutinized.
Her husband Frank trailed behind, carrying their luggage and looking as passive as ever.
“Always lovely to see you both,” she remarked airily. “Won’t you brew some coffee while we get settled? Traveling is so tiring.”
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Before I could respond, she was already halfway down the hall. I shot Jake a desperate look, and he nodded — a silent promise to intervene.
But we both knew he wouldn’t keep it. Jake was a lion in every aspect of life except when it came to his mother.
“Mom,” he called after her, voice weaker than intended, “we’ve set up the guest room for you this time.”
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Monica paused, turned, and smiled the way a cat might smile at a cornered mouse. “Oh, that’s sweet, but you know how my back gets on those guest beds. You young people can handle it.”
And with that, she continued her march toward our bedroom.
I’d tried everything over the years. First came gentle hints: “The guest room has a better view.” Then direct requests: “We’d prefer to keep our room private.”
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Each attempt was met with dismissal.
“Stop being dramatic; it’s just a room,” she’d snap.
“Maybe if you had better guest rooms, we wouldn’t need yours,” she’d suggested once, as if our three-bedroom house existed solely for her bi-annual visits.
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For years, I swallowed my pride.
I’d strip our bedroom of anything truly private, surrender the space, and spend their visits feeling like a guest in my own home. Jake would whisper apologies in the guest room each night, promising to talk to her “next time.”
But something in me had finally snapped.
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Last night, I’d called Monica and told her clearly, “WE’VE SET UP THE GUEST ROOM FOR YOU. IT’S CLEAN, COZY, AND PRIVATE. WE’RE KEEPING OUR BEDROOM TO OURSELVES.”
“We’ll see when we get there, dear,” she’d said. Her voice dripped with condescension, a promise of future defiance.
So I’d prepared a little surprise for her, just in case.
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“There’s a new mattress on the guest bed. You really will be more comfortable there,” I called after Monica (it was a warning, but she couldn’t have known that at the time).
Then I rushed out the door to get to work.
When I returned home later, it was no surprise to find that Monica had colonized our bedroom. Her suitcase was splayed open on our bed, clothes already hanging in my closet.
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The familiar scent of her heavy floral perfume saturated the air, mixing with the three scented candles she’d lit. My skincare products had been shoved aside to make room for her extensive collection.
When I appeared in the doorway, Monica stood proudly amid the chaos.
“The guest room gets too much morning sun,” she declared without apology. “It’s better for young people like you to adjust. We’re staying here.”
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Everything was going according to plan.
“Of course,” I said sweetly. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Confusion flashed across her face. She’d been prepared for resistance, not surrender.
That evening, we had a tense dinner where Monica criticized my cooking (a bit too spicy), my wine choice (somewhat acidic), and our dishware (charming, in a rustic way).
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I met each barb with a serene smile that grew more genuine as the evening progressed. Jake kept shooting me questioning glances, but I just squeezed his hand under the table.
Later, as Monica and Frank settled into our bedroom, Jake and I retreated to the guest room.
“What’s going on?” he whispered. “You’re being weirdly calm about all this.”
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I slipped under the covers. “Let’s just say I made some preparations.”
“What kind of preparations?” His eyes widened with concern.
“Nothing illegal,” I assured him. “Just a little lesson in boundaries.”
We fell asleep to the sound of Monica’s television blaring through the walls — another of her charming habits.
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The next morning, I woke early to make coffee, humming as I arranged breakfast pastries on a plate. Jake joined me, still puzzled by my good mood but willing to play along.
At precisely 7:43 a.m., Monica stormed into the kitchen looking like she’d seen a ghost.
Her face was ashen, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her movements stiff with what could only be described as pure mortification. Frank shuffled behind her, staring intensely at the floor.
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She didn’t touch the coffee I offered. She didn’t meet anyone’s eyes.
After an unbearable silence that seemed to stretch into eternity, she finally spoke, each word forced out like it physically hurt.
“We’ll take the guest room. Please.”
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I tilted my head, the picture of innocence. “Oh? I thought you loved the master bedroom?”
Monica flinched visibly. “We changed our minds.”
Jake, who had been taking a bite of toast, suddenly started coughing, clearly trying to suppress laughter.
I patted his back a bit harder than necessary.
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“The guest room gets that lovely morning light,” I continued pleasantly. “And I just changed the sheets. I can help you move your things if you’d like.”
“No!” Monica said, too quickly. “No, thank you. We can manage.”
They excused themselves and hurried back toward the bedroom, where they spent the next hour quietly transferring their belongings to the guest room.
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I caught glimpses of Monica’s face: still haunted, still unable to make eye contact.
That evening, after Monica and Frank had retreated early to the guest room, Jake finally cornered me in the kitchen.
“Okay, what exactly did you do?” he whispered, equal parts horrified and impressed.
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I grinned. “Remember that shopping trip I took to that specialty store downtown?”
His eyes widened. “You didn’t.”
“I did. Plus a few things from a website with overnight delivery.” I beckoned to Jake with my finger. “I’ll show you.”
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I barely held back my giggles as I showed Jake the lacy, barely-there lingerie I’d tucked beneath the pillows and the adult toys I’d “accidentally” left in the en-suite bathroom.
“Oh my God,” he breathed, the blood draining from his face.
“There’s more,” I whispered.
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While our bedroom might have looked normal at first glance, I’d secretly placed massage oils, some interesting leather accessories, and items that required batteries throughout the room and bathroom.
I’d even filled our TV queue with titles that would make a sailor blush.
Jake’s mouth opened and closed several times before he managed to speak. “My mother saw all this?”
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“Every. Single. Piece.” I couldn’t help the satisfaction in my voice. “I figured if she wanted our most private space, she should understand exactly how private it is.”
He was quiet for a moment, then burst into laughter so loud I had to shush him.
“You’re evil,” he gasped between breaths. “Absolutely evil. And brilliant.”
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The rest of their visit passed in blessed peace.
Monica and Frank stayed firmly within the boundaries of the guest room. When they left three days later, Monica hugged me stiffly at the door.
“The guest room was quite comfortable after all,” she said tightly.
“I’m so glad,” I replied as I stepped back. “It’s yours whenever you visit.”
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As their car pulled away, Jake wrapped his arm around my waist. “You know she’s probably traumatized for life.”
“Good,” I said, leaning into him. “So was I, every time she invaded our space.”
That night, I slipped into bed with the satisfaction of a battle well won.
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Some might call it petty revenge, but I called it a necessary education in boundaries.
And judging by the text Jake received the next day saying they booked a hotel for Christmas, the lesson had stuck. Permanently.
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