My MIL Mocked Me for Making My Own Wedding Cake – Then Took Credit for It in Her Speech

Jack never took sick days, even when his mother died. So, when he slumped at our kitchen table one Tuesday, pale and coughing, saying he wouldn’t work, I froze mid-toast. “You okay?” I asked, tossing the burnt bread. He rasped, “I feel awful,” and I sent him back to bed, managing the kids alone.

Opening the door later, I froze. A life-sized statue of Jack—scar and all—stood on the porch. The kids gasped. Then real Jack shuffled out, dragged it inside, and mumbled, “I’ll handle it.” His haunted look silenced me.

Noah handed me a note from under the statue: a woman named Sally claimed Jack’s affair, demanding $10,000 or she’d expose him. Shaken, I dropped the kids off and called a divorce attorney. That night, I found incriminating emails on Jack’s laptop, screenshotting them.

I contacted Sally; she confirmed the affair and agreed to testify. A month later, in court, her evidence secured me the house, custody, and the payment. Jack tried apologizing, but I drove off, leaving him with his statue and lies.