My Controlling MIL Stole My Dog Because She Didn’t Trust Me as a Mom — Here’s How I Took Back Control

My controlling MIL became unbearable after I gave birth, but I hit my limit when she stole the family dog, claiming it was a threat to the baby. I gave my husband an ultimatum that shattered family ties, but a bittersweet reunion years later healed us.

There’s a kind of quiet that only happens when a baby sleeps. I sat on the sofa, cradling my coffee cup while Bear, our Newfoundland, sprawled across the rug beside the bassinet.

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A dog lying on a rug | Source: Midjourney

Bear had been my shadow for five years, ever since my husband brought him home as an anniversary gift for me. Now, he’d just expanded his watchlist to include our newborn, Sophie.

Sophie stirred in the crib, her tiny fist punching the air. I sighed, setting my cup down and crossing the room.

“Hang on, sweet pea,” I murmured, peeking over the crib’s edge.

Bear nudged my leg, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I realized he’d brought me Sophie’s burp cloth from the sofa.

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A dog carrying a cloth in its mouth | Source: Midjourney

“Okay, clever boy,” I said, holding the drool-soaked burp cloth at arm’s length. “We’ve got to get your drool situation under control before she starts crawling. Deal?”

His tail wagged, and I swear it was a yes.

And then, like a sudden thundercloud, the front door opened. The sound of heels on hardwood made my stomach clench. I didn’t even have to look up.

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A woman wearing high-heeled shoes walking on a hardwood floor | Source: Midjourney

Karen breezed into the room, her eyes immediately locking onto Bear and the drool-soaked burp cloth in my hand. Karen’s expression twisted in distaste.

“You’re letting that thing slobber all over the baby’s things?” she said, gesturing wildly. “That’s unsanitary! At least put the dog outside.”

“Bear’s fine,” I said evenly, crossing to the laundry basket to grab a clean burp cloth. “He’s not hurting anyone.”

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A laundry hamper | Source: Pexels

Karen sniffed, her gaze sweeping the room like a TSA agent at an airport. “A big dog like that doesn’t belong anywhere near a baby. You think it’s cute now, but wait until he gets between you and the baby. You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

That one hit harder than I expected. My chest tightened, but I forced a laugh. “Bear? Dangerous? He’s a giant marshmallow.”

“Exactly,” Karen said, crossing her arms. “He’s too big. You don’t understand how dangerous dogs can be — it only takes one second for something to go wrong.”

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A woman standing with her arms crossed | Source: Midjourney

The door opened again, and thank God, my husband, Tom, walked in, shrugging off his coat.

“Hey, everyone,” he said, his grin fading slightly as he took in the scene. “What’s going on?”

Karen turned to him with the air of a woman making a dramatic announcement. “We were just discussing the dog. He needs to go, Tom. It’s only a matter of time before he harms the baby.”

“Mom,” Tom interrupted, holding up his hands. “The worst Bear’s gonna do is slobber Sophie to death.”

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A man smiling while holding out his hands | Source: Midjourney

Karen muttered something under her breath and started rearranging the baby things. She loudly criticized the state of our home and tried to snatch Sophie out of my arms when I started burping her after her feed.

“That’s not how you burp a baby!” She cried.

Bear let out a low woof, and Karen dramatically retreated from him.

“See? I told you he was dangerous. Put the dog outside right now, or better yet, get rid of him!”

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A woman pointing at a big dog | Source: Midjourney

This carried on for two weeks! Karen called or showed up unannounced every day, and every day, she fired off criticism like an army sniper. It was driving me crazy. And every time I mentioned it to Tom, he brushed it off.

“She’s just being protective,” he’d say. “Her heart’s in the right place.”

But today, Karen was back, and the tension in the house could’ve snapped like a rubber band. She glared at Bear in his usual spot, then did something completely out of bounds.

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Close up of a mature woman glaring fiercely at something | Source: Midjourney

She marched over to Bear, grabbed his collar, and yanked on it. “You’re going outside right now!”

Bear dug his heels in and growled low in his throat.

“Let him be! He won’t allow you to take him away from Sophie.”

“He’s far too possessive,” she hissed, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. “It’s dangerous.”

“Bear is protecting her,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “You’re the one antagonizing him, Karen.”

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A woman speaking angrily to someone | Source: Midjourney

“Enough!” Her tone dripped with authority, like she was addressing a rebellious teenager. “I’m only thinking of Sophie’s safety. You’ll thank me one day.”

When she finally left, I stood on the porch, clutching Sophie to my chest while Bear sat at my feet. I watched Karen’s car disappear down the street and sighed.

“Guess we’ll have to talk to Dad about Grandma, huh?” I murmured to Sophie.

I carried Sophie inside and set her down for a nap.

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A sleeping baby | Source: Pexels

Bear settled beside her crib like usual, his head resting on his paws. I ruffled his fur and whispered, “Good boy,” before heading to the kitchen to start dinner.

An hour later, Tom came home. He kissed me on the cheek, kicked off his shoes, and headed straight for Sophie’s room.

A moment later, his voice called out, tense and confused. “Where’s Bear?”

I frowned, wiping my hands on a dish towel. “What do you mean? He’s with Sophie.”

“No, he’s not. He’s — he’s gone.”

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A woman glancing worriedly over her shoulder | Source: Midjourney

The words knocked the air out of me. I rushed to Sophie’s room, my stomach twisting with dread. The sight of Bear’s empty spot beside her crib sent my heart plummeting.

“Maybe he’s in the backyard,” Tom suggested, already heading for the sliding door.

We searched the entire house, calling Bear’s name until our voices cracked, but he wasn’t there.

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An open-plan home interior | Source: Pexels

Tom went out to search the neighborhood while I dialed every animal shelter in town, stumbling over my words as I described Bear. Nobody had seen him.

When Tom returned, his face was pale and drawn. He took one look at me and sank onto the sofa.

“First thing tomorrow, we’ll print posters and hang them up around town,” he said.

I stayed up long after Tom went to bed, pacing the living room.

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A woman pacing her living room | Source: Midjourney

My thoughts raced, darting between every awful possibility. And then, like a thunderclap, the thought struck me: Karen.

It made sense except for one detail: how? I’d watched her leave. There was no way she could have taken him without me seeing. And could she really stoop so low? Could anyone?

I wanted to wake Tom, but the words felt too damning to speak. So I stayed silent, the fear and suspicion curling around me like a storm cloud.

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A woman realizing something | Source: Midjourney

Karen showed up unannounced the next morning, as she often did. My stomach twisted as I opened the door and saw her standing there with her polished smile. I immediately told her about Bear and asked if she’d watch Sophie while we put up posters.

“Of course, I’ll watch Sophie! And don’t worry so much about the dog. It’s probably for the best, dear,” she said breezily.

Her words hit me like a slap, but I forced myself to stay calm.

“We’ll be back soon,” I said, grabbing my coat.

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A coat and bag hanging on a rack | Source: Pexels

As Tom and I drove through the neighborhood, stapling posters to light poles and taping them to storefront windows, Karen’s words echoed in my mind. “It’s for the best.” What did she mean by that? Did she know something?

When we got home, Karen was in the rocking chair, humming softly as Sophie slept in her arms. She looked up as we walked in; her smile serene and unbothered. But I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Where is he?” I asked, my voice sharp. “What did you do to Bear?”

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A woman pointing while yelling at someone | Source: Midjourney

Karen blinked, her face a mask of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do,” I said, my hands balling into fists. “Don’t play dumb, Karen.”

She sighed dramatically and set Sophie down in the crib. “Fine! Yes, I took him. Someone had to think of Sophie’s safety since clearly you won’t. You’re too blinded by your emotions to make the right decisions.”

Tom stepped forward, his voice low. “Mom… please tell me you didn’t.”

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A man gasping in shock | Source: Midjourney

Karen’s chin jutted out defiantly. “I did what had to be done. He’s at a shelter now. Somewhere you won’t find him, so you can’t bring him back here to endanger my granddaughter.”

The room spun. I didn’t even realize I was crying until Tom touched my shoulder.

“You had no right,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “He’s part of our family. Sophie loves him. You… you need to get out of my sight, right now, Karen, before I do something I regret.”

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A furious woman pointing to a door | Source: Midjourney

For the first time, Karen looked truly shocked. But she straightened her shoulders, collected her bag, and left without another word. The sound of the door slamming echoed through the house, but it didn’t bring any relief. Only silence.

That night, the house was unbearably quiet. Tom sat at the dining table, looking up shelters on his phone. His jaw was tight, and his fingers tapped restlessly against the screen. I stood by the sink, gripping the edge of the counter as anger and heartbreak churned in my chest.

“She’s never going to stop, Tom,” I said, breaking the silence.

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A woman staring ahead | Source: Midjourney

My voice trembled with exhaustion, but I forced the words out. “She’s never going to respect me — or us.”

Tom sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know she went too far this time, but… she’s protective. She thought she was doing the right thing.”

I turned to face him, my eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “The right thing? She stole Bear! And she’s not protective, she’s controlling. She’s manipulative. And you keep making excuses for her like it’s okay. It’s not.”

“She’s my mom,” he said quietly, as if that excused everything. “She just wants what’s best for Sophie.”

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A distressed man sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

I felt the dam inside me break, and the words spilled out in a rush. “This isn’t just about Bear, Tom. It’s about her always treating me like I’m not good enough. And you; you sit there and let her do it. You play devil’s advocate while she undermines me, over and over again.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off, stepping closer. “If you won’t stand up for me and our family, then we’re done. I mean it, Tom. I can’t do this anymore.”

Tom’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like I’d slapped him.

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A sorrowful man sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

“You’re right,” he said softly, his voice thick with regret. “I’ve been an idiot. I thought I was keeping the peace, but all I’ve done is let her poison everything. I’m sorry.”

I stared at him, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

He hesitated, but only for a moment. “No more visits. No more calls. I’ll tell her she has one chance to fix this, and unless she tells us where she took Bear, we’re going no-contact.”

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak, and Tom pulled me into his arms. I let myself sink into his embrace, the weight of the past weeks finally starting to lift.

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Close up of an emotional woman’s face | Source: Midjourney

Two years later

Karen never told us where she took Bear, so we cut all ties with her and started fresh in a neighboring city.

Sophie had grown into a curious, talkative toddler, and Tom and I were closer than ever. Still, Bear’s loss lingered like a dull ache. His photos hung on the walls, and Sophie would sometimes point to them, asking, “Doggy? Where doggy?”

The grief never really went away. We’d talked about getting another dog, but nothing felt right. Bear wasn’t just a pet; he was family.

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A framed photo of a puppy | Source: Midjourney

One crisp fall afternoon, Sophie and I went to the park. Sophie toddled beside me, clutching a bag of breadcrumbs for the ducks. We stopped by the pond, and she giggled as the ducks quacked and flapped their wings.

“Look, Sophie,” I said, pointing to a group of people flying kites nearby.

The colorful shapes danced against the sky, and I smiled, expecting her to squeal with excitement. But when I turned back to her, she was gone.

My heart stopped.

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A woman looking behind her fearfully | Source: Midjourney

My eyes darted around the park, and then I saw her close to the edge of the pond, reaching for a waddling duck.

“Sophie!” I screamed, sprinting toward her.

She stumbled, her tiny foot catching on the uneven ground. I realized with a sickening jolt that I wasn’t going to reach her in time.

Before I could process what was happening, a blur of dark fur shot past me, barking loudly. Even in my panic, I recognized that bark immediately.

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A large dog running toward a duck pond | Source: Midjourney

The massive dog reached Sophie in seconds, gripping the back of her shirt gently in his teeth and pulling her away from the water’s edge. My breath caught in my throat.

“Bear?” I whispered, my legs giving out beneath me as I fell to my knees. “Oh my God… Bear!”

He turned, his big brown eyes meeting mine, and his tail wagged so hard it sent leaves flying. He bounded toward me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, sobbing into his fur.

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A woman hugging a large dog | Source: Midjourney

Sophie squealed with delight, hugging Bear’s side as he licked her face. His tail thumped against the ground, and I laughed through my tears, unable to believe what I was seeing.

A man and woman came running over, their faces pale with worry.

“Cooper!” the woman called. “Oh, thank God.”

They stopped short when they saw us, their expressions a mix of relief and confusion. Bear licked my cheek, then broke free of my embrace and ran over to them.

“Is that… your dog?” I asked, my voice trembling.

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A woman looking up while speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney

The man nodded. “We adopted him from a shelter a couple of years ago.”

My heart twisted painfully. “He used to be my dog, but then…” I broke off as I started sobbing all over again. “Thank you for giving him a home. I can see… he loves you very much. For two years, I’ve worried about what happened to him, but now… now I know he’s okay.”

We exchanged numbers, and they invited us to visit him whenever we wanted. As Bear trotted away with his new family, Sophie waved, her little voice ringing out: “Bye-bye, Doggy!”

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A toddler girl waving goodbye | Source: Midjourney

Though it hurt to let him go, I knew he was happy. For the first time in years, I felt a sense of peace. Bear had found his place, and so had we.

‘I’m against It!’ Older Man Stops Wedding, a Minute Later Cops Arrest Groom – Story of the Day

While standing in the church with the man she loved the most, a young woman looked at the priest when he asked if anyone had a problem with the marriage. Suddenly, an elderly man barged into the church, telling the priest he was against the wedding.

“You’re gorgeous!” Myron told Hilary minutes after meeting her at a party for the first time.

Hilary felt butterflies in her tummy when she saw him look at her from head to toe. It had been ages since a man last complimented her, and she couldn’t recall what it felt like when a man held her hand while looking into her eyes. Her last relationship was nothing short of miserable because of her ex’s anger issues.

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However, meeting Myron at her friend’s party gave her a ray of hope. It made her feel she could try her luck again and date this man who looked at her like she was the most beautiful girl in the room.

Myron stayed by her side the entire evening, cracking jokes while telling her everything about him. He wanted to impress her during their first meeting because he thought she was the perfect girl for him.

The following day, Myron and Hilary met in a park, discussing their interests, goals, and life problems while walking together. Their discussion only made them grow closer, compelling Myron to ask her for a date the next day.

“Hilary, I think you are the girl I have been looking for all this time,” Myron said. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“What?” Hilary’s hands went to her face, covering everything except her glistening eyes and forehead. She couldn’t believe the man she had met two days ago wanted to start a relationship with her.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Myron repeated his question, looking into Hilary’s eyes.

“Yes!” she exclaimed and wrapped her arms around him. “I’ll be your girlfriend, Myron.”

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Hilary was delighted to start a relationship with him because her last relationship had left her heartbroken. She believed Myron’s love would help her heal, unaware he was keeping secrets from her.

However, when Hilary told her parents about it, a grain of doubt crept into their minds.

Soon, Hilary introduced him to her parents, and he took no time to win their hearts. He told them he had lost his parents at a young age and missed them a lot.

“Don’t worry,” Hilary’s mother said. “We are your parents now, okay? You can share everything with us. We’re always here to support you!”

Hilary felt relieved when her parents accepted her boyfriend. Their approval made her believe she had made the right choice by dating him and thought she was ready to spend the rest of her life with him.

The couple dated for five months before Myron made his next move. He took Hilary to an expensive restaurant on a date and knelt while everyone looked at him.

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“Hilary, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to share all my happiness and sorrows with you,” Myron said. “Will you marry me?”

While others in the restaurant gasped, Hilary couldn’t believe Myron had proposed to her in front of so many people. She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw him on his knees, looking straight into her eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Yes!” Hilary said as she held his hands and pulled him up, wrapping her arms around him while tears trickled down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe the man she loved the most wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Since Hilary was head over heels in love with Myron, she didn’t feel that everything was happening too quickly. A man she had only known for five months suddenly wanted to be her life partner, but she couldn’t sense that the timing of his proposal was too odd.

However, when Hilary told her parents about it, a grain of doubt crept into their minds. They thought it was strange of Myron to propose to her too soon, but their suspicions vanished when they talked to him and saw how much he admired their daughter. Soon, the couple began preparing for their wedding, unaware that fate wouldn’t allow them to tie the knot.

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During the preparations, Hilary noticed many things about her soon-to-be husband that she had never seen before. During one of the discussions, she noticed Myron was interested in the material side of things.

“I’m so excited about all the stuff people will bring us!” he said, his eyes sparkling with greed.

“There’s going to be a lot of expensive gifts. I can’t wait!”

Although Hilary did not say anything to him then, she thought it was strange of him to think about the gifts. She wanted him to talk about their relationship, future, and how they would support each other after marriage, but it seemed like Myron was interested in other things.

“I guess he’s just acting immature,” Hilary thought, unaware of Myron’s plans.

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A few days before the wedding, Myron came to Hilary’s house and told her something she wasn’t expecting. “I think we should have a prenuptial agreement. What do you suggest?”

“Yes, I think that’s a smart decision,” Hilary said after a moment’s thought. “We should be prepared for the worst.”

“Exactly!” Myron exclaimed. “I think we should add a clause that states that if you initiate a divorce, you would have to pay up a fortune!” he chuckled coldly.

She thought it was strange of him to bring up a prenup, and she couldn’t be entirely sure if he was joking about it.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

Later that day, Hilary called her lawyer and asked about the clause. She thought Myron was acting selfish, but the lawyer assured her this clause was quite common.

“Don’t worry, Hilary,” the lawyer said. “The same rule would apply to Myron if he initiates divorce.”

“He would pay me the same amount?” Hilary asked.

“Yes,” the lawyer replied.

“You don’t have to worry about anything. Most people add this clause to their prenup agreement.”

Hilary felt relieved after talking to her lawyer and felt terrible for thinking Myron was greedy. She called him and said she was ready to sign the prenuptial agreement. However, another strange incident made her doubt his intentions.

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A few days later, Hilary was cleaning Myron’s cupboards when she stumbled upon a divorce certificate with Myron’s name. “What is this, Myron?” Hilary immediately confronted him. “You never told me you were married!”

“Hey, calm down!” he replied. “It’s not what you think. Trust me.”

“How much more are you hiding from me, Myron? We are getting married in a few days!” Hilary yelled.

“Listen to me,” he held her shoulders and made her sit on the bed. “This marriage was a mistake. I was young and impulsive when I married this woman. It’s in the past now and means nothing to me!”

“Why should I believe you?” Hilary rolled her eyes and looked away.

“I swear this marriage means nothing to me,” Myron said. “All I want to do is forget about it, and that’s the only reason I never told you about it. Trust me, honey.”

“I’m marrying you in a few days, and I have no idea who you are!” Hilary started crying. “I’m starting to doubt my decision now.”

“Come on,” Myron hugged her. “You know how much I love you. Why would I ever lie to you, my love? Stop crying, please.”

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Once again, Myron cleared Hilary’s doubts through his magical words. He convinced her he wasn’t keeping any secrets, but the truth was otherwise.

“I am against this marriage!” an unknown man shouted while walking down the aisle.

A day before the wedding, Myron was talking to someone on the phone at Hilary’s place.

“If you mess it up, I won’t be able to vouch for myself!” he whispered, unaware that Hilary overheard him.

Once he hung up, she asked him who he was talking to. “What you said sounded so suspicious!” she said. “What’s going on, Myron?”

“That was my ex-girlfriend,” Myron rolled her eyes. “She was threatening to show up at the wedding.”

“Really?” Hilary asked.

“Yes,” Myron said confidently. “She has lost her mind or something.”

Yet again, Myron had managed to deceive her, though Hilary’s heart grew restless with each pang of doubt and suspicion. Little did he know she would learn about his true intentions sooner than he expected.

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Hilary woke up early on her wedding day and started getting ready. She was excited to marry the man of her dreams but had no idea what awaited her inside the church. She couldn’t wait to see what her groom looked like.

Once she was ready, she went to the church with her family and was delighted to see how well everyone had dressed up for her big day. All her friends and family were waiting for her to walk down the aisle and stand beside Myron.

She walked down the aisle holding her father’s hand while everyone looked at her. Once she reached the altar, the priest began reading the wedding vows. Then, he asked the guests if anyone was against the marriage.

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“I am against this marriage!” an unknown man shouted while walking down the aisle. “I can’t allow Myron to marry this innocent girl.”

Suddenly, the guests started whispering amongst themselves while Hilary gasped in shock. She looked at Myron, who was staring at the man angrily.

“I warned you, Myron, didn’t I?” the man grumbled. “You refused to listen to me, so now you must bear the consequences.”

Suddenly, a team of police officers barged into the church while Myron tried to escape. However, he couldn’t get away because the police had surrounded the church from all sides. They arrested and dragged him outside while Hilary kept asking Myron what was happening.

“Where are they taking him?” she cried. “What have you done, Myron? Why don’t you stop them?”

Hilary collapsed on the ground and cried hysterically.

Why did he do this to me? Why did he play with my feelings? Hilary thought she would faint from the pain of what was unfolding.

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Then, the man who had canceled her wedding walked toward her. “I’m so sorry for what you are feeling right now,” he said. “The police arrested Myron because he was accused of repeated fraud.”

“What?” Hilary gasped. “But how do you know that?”

“I’m Myron’s estranged father,” the man said. “You can call me Mr. Brown.”

“But he said his parents had passed away,” Hilary was shocked.

“I know he keeps lying to girls,” Mr. Brown said. “He cut ties with me when I discovered he was a professional gigolo and was looting girls by marrying them for money.”

“What?” Hilary couldn’t believe her ears.

“I tried my best to stop him, but he never listened,” Mr. Brown said. “I had given up on him until the police knocked on my door one day asking me if my son lives here.”

“Myron had given my address everywhere because he knew the police would come after him,” Mr. Brown continued. “I got so sick of this but knew he wouldn’t stop. His mother cheated on me the same way.”

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It turned out that Mr. Brown had contacted Myron to warn him when he learned about Hilary. The father wanted his son not to play with Hilary’s feelings, but Myron refused to listen.

“It was you who called him yesterday?” Hilary asked. “He lied to me that it was his ex-girlfriend.”

“It was me,” Mr. Brown said.

“I called him, but he didn’t listen to me. So I had to call the police.”

Whatever Myron did in the past few months started making sense to Hilary. She finally understood why he had been acting so strangely.

“Thank you for saving me, Mr. Brown!” she said. “I owe you for saving me from getting robbed.”

Soon, Myron’s case was taken to court, and the judge ordered him to compensate every woman he had conned. A few months later, Hilary received her share of the settlement but decided not to keep it.

“This is for you, Mr. Brown,” she said while handing him the money. “Thank you for saving me!”

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What can we learn from this story?

  • You can’t get away with deceiving people. Myron thought he would keep marrying women for money, unaware he would soon get caught. He wouldn’t have conned multiple women if he knew his father would send him to jail one day.
  • Sometimes, you have to take a difficult step for your loved ones. It wasn’t easy for Mr. Brown to send his son to jail, but he did it because he wanted to teach Myron a lesson.

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