“Brenda! How dare you throw my child out of his own home?”
“I thought he’d be long gone somewhere in those woods,” Brenda replied brazenly, not even trying to make an excuse. “Too bad he survived.”
Leo instinctively pressed closer to his father and uncle. He had never seen such pure malice, not even on his worst days.
“How can you talk about a child like that?” David asked, dumbfounded.
“Easily,” Brenda said coldly. “He was in my way. He was always in my way.”
“Explain what’s happening here, right now!” David demanded, pointing at the truck and the movers.
Brenda gave a cynical smirk.
“I’m selling the house and all the assets. I’m taking the money and moving far away from here with Kyle.”
She pulled a death certificate from the folder and waved it in her husband’s face.
“As the legal widow, I am entitled to the entire estate of my deceased husband.”
David snatched the certificate from her hand.
“This is a fake! I’m alive, standing right in front of you!”
“Prove it!” Brenda laughed maliciously. “There are no witnesses to your resurrection. Officially, you died of a heart attack on your business trip. The paperwork is all in order.”
The movers continued their work, ignoring the family drama. To them, it was just another job.
“How could you even think of doing this?” David said in disbelief. “We were a family.”
“You were just an obstacle,” Brenda retorted. “And your son even more so.”
“That’s it!” David said decisively, pulling out his phone. “I’m calling the police.”
But Brenda was unfazed.
“And I’ll tell them you’ve been beating your stepson for years,” she sneered.
She grabbed Leo’s arm, showing off some old bruises.
“See? The proof is right here. The child is covered in bruises.”
“She’s the one who hit me!” Leo cried, pulling away. “Every day!”
“Who are they going to believe: a grown woman or a little liar?” Brenda asked calmly. “I’ll say he ran away from an abusive home and is now being forced to lie.”
David turned pale, realizing how carefully his wife had planned everything. She had created an alibi for herself and a case against him.
Suddenly, little Kyle ran out of the house, clutching his favorite toy car. The three-year-old saw Leo and ran to him joyfully.
“Leo! Leo’s back! I missed you!”
Brenda tried to grab her son.
“Kyle, let’s go! We have to leave!”
But the little boy wouldn’t listen.
“Mommy, are you gonna stop hitting Leo now?” he asked innocently. “I don’t like it when you hit him!”
A dead silence fell over the yard. Even the movers stopped and listened.
“And are you gonna stop lying to Daddy about Leo?” the toddler continued. “That he was bad and ran away?”
Brenda’s face went white. Her own three-year-old son had just exposed all her secrets.
“So you really were abusing him,” David realized. “It happened before… and I never knew.”
“Kyle doesn’t know what he’s saying,” Brenda tried to backtrack. “He’s little, he gets confused.”
But it was too late. The truth had come out, from the mouth of a child who didn’t know how to lie.
“We have everything we need,” Mike said calmly, holding up his phone. “Threats, a confession, a witness. I’ve been recording this entire conversation.”
Brenda looked at the phone screen and knew she had lost. All her words, all her threats, had been recorded.
“That’s illegal!” she shrieked. “You had no right!”
“We had every right,” Mike replied. “Especially when it comes to protecting a child.”
Brenda tried to grab Kyle and run to her car, but at that moment, a police car pulled into the driveway. The neighbors, having heard the shouting and seen the suspicious moving truck, had called 911.
“Perfect timing,” David told the officers. “We have a fraud artist here with forged documents.”
That evening, after Brenda was arrested and her accomplices who had forged the documents were taken into custody, the reunited family gathered in the house. The moving truck brought all the furniture back, and the house slowly began to feel like a home again.
“Forgive me, son,” David said, hugging Leo. “I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you, that I didn’t see what was happening…”
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