I Accidentally Heard My Mother-in-Law and Husband Conspiring to Keep Food Away from Me Because They Thought I Was Overweight

“Play dumb. And I’ll take all the food. I’m ashamed to have such a big daughter-in-law. She’s too fat,” Noele continued, her voice dripping with disdain.

I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. Three years ago, I gave birth to our son at 40, and my body never bounced back.

I worked long hours to support our family, and I even helped Noele financially when she needed it. How could she say such hurtful things about me?

I put down my knitting and stared at the wall, trying to process what I’d just heard. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away. I didn’t want to cry, not now.

My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my thoughts. I realized I had been staring into space, my mind replaying last week’s events when Noele visited us.

I didn’t know all the missing food was her doing. She was sneakily removing food from the fridge because she didn’t want a fat woman in her son’s life.

I took a deep breath and checked the phone. It was a message from Alexander, my husband.

It said: “Hey honey, don’t wait up. My friends are insisting I stay over for a little more time :)”

Lately, he always seemed to have an excuse to stay away. I wondered if it was because of my weight, too. Did he really see me as an elephant?

I put my phone down and wiped my eyes. I needed to stay strong for my son. He was the light of my life, and I couldn’t let their hurtful words break me. But it wasn’t easy.

Every glance in the mirror reminded me of their conversation. Every meal I cooked felt like a betrayal.

I tried to focus on the positive. I had a good job, a beautiful son, and a home that I had worked hard to build. Noele’s comments couldn’t take that away from me. Yet, the pain lingered.

As I lay in bed that night, I kept replaying the conversation I had overheard. The sting of their insults was fresh, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

“I can’t believe they think this way about me,” I whispered to myself, glancing at Alexander, who slept soundly beside me. “I’m the one working and buying all the food.”

I sighed and stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t fair. I had always tried to be kind and supportive. I put everyone else’s needs before my own, but what did I get in return? Cruel words and hurtful remarks.

Suddenly, it hit me. I had been too kind for too long. It was time to stand up for myself. I deserved respect and appreciation, not insults and judgment. I turned to look at Alexander again.

He seemed so peaceful, completely oblivious to the turmoil raging inside me.

I couldn’t keep living like this, letting their words break me down. Tomorrow, I would start making changes. I wouldn’t let Noele’s hurtful comments dictate how I felt about myself. And I wouldn’t let Alexander’s silence continue.

He needed to know how his words, or lack thereof, were affecting me. We were supposed to be partners, a team. It was time for him to step up and support me.

I woke up early, determined to put my plan into action.

After breakfast, I decided to visit the Asian market to buy some unique ingredients. As I entered the market, the variety of products overwhelmed me, but I knew exactly what I was looking for.

“Excuse me,” I said to the vendor, picking up a jar. “How much is this?”

The vendor smiled and told me the price. “These are very popular,” he said. “Great for special recipes.”

“Perfect,” I replied, adding several jars to my basket. “I’ll take these.”

Once I had everything I needed, I headed home. Alexander was out, and I knew Noele was supposed to come over in the evening. I had the whole day to prepare.

I took a day off from work to make sure everything was perfect. First, I emptied our fridge of all the old food items.

Then, I carefully filled jars and bottles with the ‘unique’ groceries I had bought, making sure they looked like the regular food jars Noele was used to seeing. I even labeled a few of them with familiar names to complete the illusion.

“This should do it,” I muttered to myself, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

After setting up the camera to capture Noele’s reaction, I took a step back to admire my handiwork. Everything was in place, and now all I had to do was wait.

I spent the rest of the day tidying up and making sure there was no evidence of my plan.

As the evening approached, I felt a mix of anticipation and nerves.

Noele arrived right on time, and I made sure to be out of the house for a few hours, giving her the perfect opportunity to raid the fridge.

When I returned home, I walked into the kitchen to find Noele pale and shaking, holding a jar filled with live insects. Her eyes were wide with shock and anger.

“What the hell is this?!” she screamed, her voice trembling.

I put on my most innocent face. “Oh, Noele, what’s wrong? Did you find something you didn’t like?”

“These… these jars! They’re filled with bugs! And some of them are still alive! Are you insane?” she shouted, her hands shaking as she held up the jar.

“Oh, those?” I replied calmly. “I thought you might enjoy some exotic snacks. I hear they’re very nutritious.”

“This is disgusting! How could you do this?” she yelled, her face turning red with anger.

I took a deep breath. “How could I do this?” I snapped. “How could you steal from me and insult me behind my back? You thought I wouldn’t find out? You thought I wouldn’t hear you calling me an elephant and plotting to take all the food I buy with my hard-earned money?”

Noele’s face paled even more. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words. I continued, my voice steady and firm.

“I’ve put up with your insults and disrespect for too long, Noele. I work hard to support this family, and all you do is take advantage of my kindness. Well, not anymore. This is my home, and you will respect it and me.”

At that moment, Alexander walked in, looking shocked and confused.

He glanced at the jar in Noele’s hand, then at me. “What’s going on here?”

“Oh, your mother is just discovering my special surprise for her,” I said calmly. “I decided to stock up on some unique groceries.”

Noele thrust the jar towards him. “She filled the fridge with insects! This is her idea of revenge!”

I wasn’t done yet.

“Actually,” I interjected, “it’s my idea of justice. You both thought you could humiliate me and take advantage of me. Well, now you know that actions have consequences. You don’t get to insult me and steal from me without facing the fallout.”

“This is outrageous! You’re out of your mind!” Noele shouted, her voice shaking with fury.

“Maybe,” I replied, meeting her glare. “Or maybe I’m just tired of being disrespected in my own home. You can leave now, and don’t bother coming back unless you plan to treat me with the respect I deserve.”

Noele stormed out, still clutching the jar, and Alexander stood there, speechless.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he finally said, his voice filled with shock. It was time to teach my husband a lesson.

“Believe it,” I said firmly. “And if you think for one second that I’ll tolerate this behavior from either of you again, think again. This is my house, and I won’t be treated like a doormat.”

Alexander looked down, his face flushed with embarrassment. “I… I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Sorry isn’t enough,” I replied.

“You need to earn back my trust and respect. Until then, don’t expect things to go back to normal. And I hope you’re looking for a job. Because you clearly don’t help me at home. Maybe if I have the time, I can focus on my health, yes?”

From that day forward, the dynamic in our house changed. Noele didn’t dare to show us her face since then, and Alexander had a lot to make up for. Sometimes, you have to take a stand and teach people that you won’t be pushed around.

Do you think I was right to take a stand for myself?

My Fiancée Wore a Black Dress to Our Wedding – When I Found Out Her Reason, My Life Was Never the Same

Standing at the altar, Nathan eagerly waited for his fiancée, Jane, to walk down the aisle in the stunning white gown they had picked out together. But he was horrified when she appeared in a long black dress and revealed why she didn’t wear her wedding gown.

My wedding day was supposed to be one of the best days of my life, but what happened that day left a painful scar on my mind. I never thought things would turn out to be this way.

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A man on his wedding day | Source: Midjourney

I met Jane through a mutual friend, and after a few dates, we became inseparable. She was the bubbly extrovert, always surrounded by friends, while I was the quiet, introverted type who avoided crowds.

But with her, things were different.

I always wanted to be around her because she made me feel loved in ways I never knew existed. She appreciated my company and never once made me think I was not worthy of her love.

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A couple standing together | Source: Pexels

A few months into our relationship, I proposed. I was sure Jane was the one, and she said yes without hesitation, beaming at the ring I had picked out.

“I can’t believe you said yes,” I told her one day. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, Jane.”

Honestly, I didn’t think I deserved someone as amazing as her.

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A couple sitting together | Source: Pexels

Our relationship got even stronger as days turned into weeks, and soon, we decided to tie the knot.

Our families met, and everything went smoothly. We planned a small ceremony for the summer, where we would exchange vows surrounded by our closest family and friends.

It all seemed perfect, but fate had other plans.

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A couple holding hands | Source: Midjourney

On our wedding day, I wore a tailored black suit and stood at the altar, eagerly waiting for Jane to walk down the aisle. I expected to see her in the beautiful white gown we’d chosen together just weeks before.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she appeared in a long black dress with a matching veil. The kind of outfit you’d expect at a funeral.

Why was she doing this? I thought. What was wrong with her?

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A woman wearing a black dress on her wedding | Source: Midjourney

I could see her eyes burning with rage as she walked towards me. Meanwhile, the guests stared at her with eyes wide open.

Once she reached the altar, I gently took her hands and whispered, “Why are you wearing black? What’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you after the ceremony,” she said, looking straight into my eyes. No expressions, just a blank face looking at me like I had committed the biggest sin of all time.

“Wait!” I announced while holding up my hand.

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A man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

The church went dead silent.

“Tell me. Tell me why you’re wearing black. Now,” I demanded, unaware that her next words would shatter my world.

“It’s all because of your mother,” Jane revealed. “She told me everything.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

That’s when I saw Jane’s eyes fill up with tears.

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An upset woman on her wedding day | Source: Midjourney

“She told me about you and Lauren,” Jane began as her voice trembled. “Your best friend.”

“What? What did my mom say about Lauren?” I asked while squinting my eyes. I had no clue what Jane was talking about.

“She said you’ve been cheating on me with Lauren,” Jane announced, and a collective gasp rippled through the guests. “She said you two were having an affair and that you planned to leave me for her. That’s why I’m wearing black. To mourn the love we once had

, Nathan.”

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Close-up of a black dress | Source: Pexels

I couldn’t believe what Jane just said.

“This is not true, Jane,” I pleaded. “I swear I never cheated on you. Lauren and I are just friends. I don’t know why my mom would say that.”

I scanned the crowd, desperate to spot my mother, but she was nowhere to be seen. I wanted to confront her, to prove she was lying.

“I don’t believe you,” Jane said firmly. “I know you’re lying because that’s what you’ve always done.”

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A woman talking to her fiancé | Source: Midjourney

“Jane, please,” I begged, reaching for her hand, but she pulled away. “Mom never liked you. She’s trying to sabotage us. Please, you have to trust me.”

“Oh, I see. But it’s not just about the affair, Nathan,” Jane shook her head. “I know your secret. I know you’ve been lying to me.”

“What secret?” I asked.

Jane looked around the church before locking eyes with me.

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A woman looking at the wedding guests | Source: Midjourney

“You lied about your family’s finances,” she spat. “You hid that your family is bankrupt, and you’re marrying me to use my money to save your business. Isn’t that true?”

Oh, no, I thought.

What Jane said was somewhat true, but I never wanted to reveal my secret like this. Yes, indeed, my family business wasn’t going well, and we were almost bankrupt. And yes, I thought marrying Jane would help, but I wasn’t marrying her for the money!

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A man standing at the altar, thinking | Source: Midjourney

I loved her, and that was the main reason I decided to tie the knot with her. I had no idea how to explain this to her.

“Listen, Jane,” I said. “Let me explain, I—”

“Explain what?” she cut me off. “That your mother pressured you to find a wealthy woman to save the family business? She told me everything. I just can’t believe I was so dumb to fall in love with a man like you!”

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An upset woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

At that point, I wanted to say so much. I wanted to explain that I wasn’t lying, but somehow, I couldn’t speak a word. I couldn’t say anything.

“It’s over, Nathan,” Jane declared before storming out of the church.

As she walked away, the guests whispered among themselves. Meanwhile, my friends rushed over, but I couldn’t let her go like that. I had to make her understand.

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A worried man standing at the altar | Source: Midjourney

“Jane, wait!” I shouted, running after her. “Please, just listen to me.”

“I don’t want to listen to your lies, Nathan,” she said without even turning around.

I walked and stood in front of her, blocking her path.

“I swear I’m not lying to you,” I protested. “I don’t know why Mom said all this to you, but I think that’s because she doesn’t like you. I never told you this but Mom wasn’t really happy with our relationship.”

“And why should I believe you, Nathan?”

Before I could answer, Lauren walked out of the church.

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A woman in a pink dress | Source: Pexels

“Jane, listen,” she said. “I don’t know what your mother-in-law told you, but there’s nothing going on between us. Nathan is just a friend, and he loves you a lot. Trust me.”

Jane looked at Lauren, and then me. She wasn’t sure if she could trust us.

“Look, if I wanted to marry you for your money, I would’ve never signed the prenup,” I said, holding Jane’s hands. “I signed it because I wanted to protect your money and your future. I wouldn’t have done that if I had my eyes on your money.”

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A man signing a document | Source: Pexels

“But why did you hide your family’s financial situation?” she asked. “What if you’re hiding more? Why should I trust you?”

I slowly shook my head and took a deep breath.

“You’re right, Jane. I should’ve told you about my family’s situation, but I was scared you’d leave me.” I paused, realizing I needed to tell her the rest. “There’s something else I’ve never told you.”

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A man talking to his fiancée | Source: Midjourney

Jane folded her arms as she waited for me to speak.

“My mom hates me,” I confessed. “She always has. Years ago, I took a DNA test when I was in college. I found out that my father wasn’t my biological father. When I confronted her, everything fell apart. Dad left us, taking all the money with him.”

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“That’s why she lied to you,” I continued. “She wanted to ruin my wedding because she can’t stand seeing me happy. I guess she just pretended to accept you and was waiting for the right moment to ruin my relationship. I’m sorry for keeping all this from you. I was embarrassed.”

At that point, I could see that Jane wasn’t angry anymore. She had this look of sympathy on her face like she felt really bad for me.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“You didn’t tell me because you were embarrassed? She asked. “We were supposed to build a new life together, Nathan. But you were hiding so much from me. Do you think I can trust you after all this?”

I hate to admit this, but I knew Jane was right. I should’ve told her everything from the beginning.

“I’m sorry, Jane,” I said, looking down. “I know I’ve made mistakes, but I love you.”

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A man apologizing to his fiancée | Source: Midjourney

“I’m sorry too, Nathan,” she looked away, wiping tears from her cheek. “I guess this is how it ends. This is how we part ways. I can’t live with someone who keeps secrets.”

And with that, the love of my life, the woman I adored the most, walked away from me.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched her get into her car and drive away from the church. I couldn’t stop her because I knew she was right.

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A car driving on a street | Source: Pexels

My life has never been the same since that day. While I confronted my mother and cut all ties with her, I also tried to call Jane a million times, but she never answered any of my calls.

I lost the love of my life because of lies, betrayal, and secrets I never should have kept.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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