On my wedding night, I had to give my bed to my mother-in-law because she was “drunk”; the next morning I found something stuck to the sheet that left me speechless… On my wedding night, I was exhausted after a long day attending to the guests, so I retired to my room, hoping to cuddle with my husband and sleep peacefully.

“We don’t need anyone else.”

At that moment, Margaret appeared in the doorway, her smile soft but her eyes cold:

Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well on the sofa?

I smiled awkwardly, but my heart was beating strongly.

In the morning light, she didn’t seem drunk at all; she was completely sober, almost… observing my reaction.

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Margaret was always by her son’s side, everywhere and at all times.

While I was preparing breakfast, she tasted it first. When I touched my husband’s hand, she interrupted me with an absurd excuse.

Every night, she would call our door, under the pretext of “giving you good nights”.

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“My son has always needed me,” he said once when we were alone.

It’s fragile. Don’t try to replace it.

I realized: this was not normal material love.

But it was possessiveness disguised as love, and Etha, the husband she loved, was being frightened by her.

One night I woke up to the sound of a soft bell in the attic.

I approached and opened the door to the room that had been locked since I moved in.

Under the yellow light, I saw old photos pasted all over the wall: photographs of Etha from infancy to adulthood, most of them alone or with her mother.

There was a diary on the table.

The first page said:

After the accident, it was just you and me left. Your father died, but he blamed your mother.

“From then on I swore that I would never let anyone take you away from me.”

I shuddered.