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Chapter 53 – Jake the Gardener The morning air was crisp with dew, and the scent of freshly turned soil filled the sprawling garden behind Abby’s house. The estate had always been meticulously maintained, a symbol of Abby’s rising fortunes, but lately, Abby realized he could no longer keep up with everything himself. That was how Jake came into their lives—a young man with strong hands, a quiet demeanor, and a smile that seemed to charm everyone he met. Abby had hired him cautiously, skeptical of strangers entering his personal space. “I need someone who can care for this garden like it’s their own,” he had said to Jake during the brief interview. Jake nodded, promising diligence and discretion, and Abby had, reluctantly, let him in. Early Days in the Household Jake quickly proved his worth. He mended fences, pruned roses, and even organized a small vegetable patch that had long been neglected. Abby’s wife, at first appreciative, began spending more time in the garden, ostensibly

Chapter 55 – Jake’s Secret Exposed The early morning sun filtered through the curtains of Abby’s master bedroom, casting long stripes of light across the floor. Abby awoke with an uneasy feeling gnawing at his chest, a sensation he couldn’t quite explain. Perhaps it was a remnant of weeks of tension, or perhaps it was intuition whispering that today would bring change. He stretched, yawning, and glanced at his wife, who still slept peacefully beside him. A fleeting sense of calm came over him, but it was deceptive. The Discovery Abby had decided to take an unscheduled day off from the mine. He wanted to survey the property, ensure the house and garden were maintained, and spend rare uninterrupted time with his family. As he walked through the garden, the quiet seemed too perfect, almost staged. He noticed the watering can overturned, the hose twisted unusually, and the faint scent of cologne that wasn’t his own. Then he saw them. Jake crouched behind a flower bed, brushing soil

Chapter 57 – Lou’s Discovery The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of wet earth from the previous night’s rain. Lou had risen early, as she often did, moving quietly through the Abbott estate. The house was still asleep, and she cherished these moments of solitude, which allowed her mind to process the chaos that had recently enveloped the family. Ever since Brenda’s escalating manipulations, Lou had taken on a silent role of observation. Her eyes and ears were attuned to subtle movements, whispered words, and the faintest shifts in the household’s energy. She knew that something Brenda had done—or planned—was more dangerous than the small, calculated rumors and insinuations. The Suspicious Envelope Lou’s discovery came by accident. While tidying the garden shed, she noticed a crumpled envelope tucked behind a stack of fertilizer bags. The paper was thin, yellowed at the edges, and bore Brenda’s unmistakable handwriting. Lou’s pulse quickened as she read: "To my dea

Chapter 59 – The First Confrontation The sun had just risen, casting a pale glow over the Abbott estate. Mist hovered over the garden, curling around the rose bushes and creeping along the edges of the stone pathway. Inside the house, the atmosphere was tense, yet deliberate—everyone knew today would mark a turning point. Brenda had overstepped, and the family, united and vigilant, had decided to confront her directly. But they would do so strategically, combining observation, dialogue, and careful psychological maneuvering. Planning the Confrontation Mother called the family together in the living room. The air was thick with anticipation. “We need a plan,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Brenda thrives on chaos, on making us doubt ourselves and each other. Today, we show her that we are united, vigilant, and wise. No panic. No overreaction.” Gail, still processing her own frustrations with nursing school, nodded. “We document everything. Every word she says, every action s

Chapter 61 – Secrets Unearthed The morning air was thick with anticipation, the kind that presses on your chest and makes even familiar spaces feel charged. In the Abbott household, life had returned to a semblance of normalcy after Brenda’s manipulations, yet beneath the surface, currents of unresolved tension and hidden truths stirred quietly, waiting for the right moment to rise. Morning Disturbances Mother moved through the kitchen quietly, pouring tea for the family while keeping an attentive eye on subtle shifts in behavior. She had noticed that Abby’s mood lately was unpredictable, swinging between quiet reflection and bursts of irritability. It wasn’t just the mine job—there were layers beneath the surface he refused to voice. Abby himself seemed distracted, staring at the table as if it contained some secret he could not yet face. “Morning,” he muttered, his voice flat. “Morning,” Mathapelo replied from the corner, swirling her tea absentmindedly. Her recovery from Kate’