Jess is suspicious when her icy MIL gifts her expensive shoes for her birthday. Her worst fears come true when she wears them on a business trip, and the TSA discovers something suspicious hidden inside. Now, she must unravel if this gift was an attempt at sabotage or something even darker.
I should have known better than to trust a gift from Debbie. On looking back now, the warning signs were all there — the too-sweet smile when she handed me the box, the way her eyes glinted with something that wasn’t quite kindness.
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But what was I supposed to do? They were just shoes, right? Beautiful patent leather yellow shoes with a wide heel, exactly my style. And for once, my mother-in-law seemed to be making an effort.
“Oh, they’re lovely,” I’d said, forcing enthusiasm into my voice while Arthur beamed beside me. “Thank you, Debbie.”
She’d waved her hand dismissively. “Well, I noticed you always wear such… practical shoes. I thought you might want something nice for once.”
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The barb was there, wrapped in silk, just like always. But I’d smiled and nodded, just like always. That’s what you do when you’re trying to keep the peace, right? When your husband loves his mother, and you’re trying to be the bigger person?
Besides, it wasn’t the first time she’d taken little jabs at me.
There was the Christmas dinner where she’d pointedly asked Arthur if he remembered how his ex-girlfriend Sarah made “the most divine turkey.”
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Or when she’d shown up unannounced on our anniversary with old photo albums full of Arthur’s childhood pictures and stayed for three hours.
Every visit was an exercise in diplomatic relations, with me playing the role of ambassador to a hostile nation.
“She’s just set in her ways,” Arthur would say after particularly tense encounters. “Give her time.” But we’d been married for over a year now, and if anything, her behavior had gotten worse, not better.
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I didn’t wear the shoes for a week. They sat in their box, pristine and accusing, until my business trip to Chicago came up. Arthur lounged on our bed, scrolling through his phone as I packed my suitcase.
“You should wear Mom’s shoes,” he suggested. “Show her you appreciate them.”
I ran my finger along the smooth leather. “Yeah, maybe I will.”
“I think she’s trying, you know,” he added, looking up from his screen. “That this is her way of extending an olive branch.”
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If only I’d listened to my gut instead of his optimism.
The first hint of trouble came at the airport. Something felt off. Like there was something in my left shoe, but when I took it off to check, there was nothing there. Just pristine leather and that new-shoe smell.
“Everything okay?” The businessman behind me in the security line looked impatient, checking his watch for the third time in a minute.
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“Fine,” I muttered, slipping the shoe back on. “Just breaking in new shoes.”
But it wasn’t fine. With each step toward security, the sensation grew worse — a persistent pressure against the ball of my foot, as if something was trying to push its way out.
By the time I reached the conveyor belt, I was practically limping. It was a relief when the TSA officer asked me to remove my shoes and put them on the belt.
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The TSA officer’s face told me everything before he even opened his mouth.
He’d been scanning items with the practiced boredom of someone who’d seen it all, but something made him sit up straight, eyes narrowing at his screen.
“Ma’am, step aside, please.”
My stomach dropped. “Is there a problem?”
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He pointed to the X-ray screen, where something dark and dense lurked in the outline of my left shoe. “We need to examine this more closely. Please remove the insole.”
The businessman who’d been behind me in line shot me a suspicious look as he retrieved his laptop. A mother pulled her young daughter closer as they passed.
My cheeks burned as I sat down and worked at the insole with trembling fingers.
“Need some help?” A female officer had appeared, snapping on blue latex gloves.
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“I… I don’t understand,” I stammered. “These were a gift from my mother-in-law. I just wore them for the first time today.”
The insole finally peeled back with a soft ripping sound. There, nestled in a cavity that had been carefully carved into the sole, was a small package wrapped in plastic. Green-brown contents showed through the clear wrapping.
The original officer’s expression hardened. “Can you explain this?”
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“Those aren’t my shoes. I mean, they are, but they were a gift. I didn’t know—” My voice cracked. “Please, I have no idea what that is. I’m supposed to be giving a presentation in Chicago tomorrow morning.”
“We’ll need to test the contents,” he cut me off. “Please wait here.”
Twenty minutes felt like 20 years. I sat on a hard plastic chair, watching other travelers stream past, imagining headlines: “Marketing Executive Caught Smuggling Drugs.”
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I thought about calling Arthur but couldn’t bear explaining this over the phone. What would he think? What would he say to Debbie?
The senior officer who finally arrived to speak to me had kind eyes above his stern mouth. “The preliminary tests show no controlled substances in this package,” he said. “But we can’t allow you to take it on your flight, just in case. You understand this could have been a serious situation?”
“Yes, sir.” I fought back tears of relief. “I’m so sorry for the trouble.”
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“Be more careful about what you carry through security,” he warned as he released me.
I stared at the package the TSA officer placed into my palm. Part of me wanted to throw it away, but I hurriedly tossed it into one of the airport lockers before jogging to catch my flight.
I barely made it and spent the entire trip to Chicago with my mind racing. Why would Debbie do this? What was she trying to accomplish?
Each possibility I considered seemed more outlandish than the last, but they all pointed to one unavoidable conclusion: my mother-in-law had deliberately set me up.
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I took the bag to a lab for testing immediately after I returned home. When the results came back, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I stared at the report, my coffee growing cold beside me. Mugwort. Yarrow. St. John’s Wort. According to my frantic Google searches, these herbs were used in folk magic. They were used for spells meant to drive people away, sever connections, or “protect” someone from unwanted influences.
Debbie had tried to use magic to get rid of me.
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That evening, I waited until Arthur and I had finished dinner. He was loading the dishwasher, humming under his breath, when I finally worked up the courage.
“We need to talk about your mother,” I said.
He turned, dish soap bubbles clinging to his hands. “What’s wrong?”
I told him everything about the airport, the herbs, and what I’d discovered about their supposed magical properties.
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His face grew darker with each word, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he clenched it.
“She’s never wanted me in your life. This proves it. I was almost arrested because of this stunt, Arthur. All because she can’t accept that you chose me.”
Arthur dried his hands slowly, methodically, like he needed the simple task to ground himself.
“I knew she was having trouble accepting you, but this…” He shook his head. “This is something else entirely. It’s on a whole other level, and it’s unforgivable.”
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“What are we going to do?”
He looked at me, and I saw the pain in his eyes. But there was also determination. “I’m going to call her right now. And then I’m going to tell her that until she can admit what she did and genuinely apologize to you, she’s not welcome in our home.”
“Arthur, you don’t have to—”
“Yes, I do.” He took my hand, his grip firm and sure.
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“She crossed a line, Jess. She tried to hurt you and made you look like a criminal. I love my mother, but I won’t let her destroy my marriage. You’re my family too, and it’s time she understood that.”
I leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my cheek. The shoes sat in our closet, a reminder that sometimes the most dangerous gifts come wrapped in the prettiest packages.
As Arthur reached for his phone, I knew we’d weather this storm together and be stronger for facing it head-on.
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Maybe that’s what really drives Debbie crazy: knowing that every attempt to separate us only brings us closer together.
Maybe someday she’ll realize there’s enough room in Arthur’s heart for both of us. Until then, we’ll keep our distance, and I’ll be more careful about accepting gifts.
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Days before she died, a courageous young girl was brought down the aisle by her father to marry her school sweetheart
If you ask any parent in the world, they’ll probably tell you that they would do anything for their child. Our lives transform in the most profound ways the day we become parents. We acknowledge that we will take care of, treasure, and worry about the new life we have brought into the world for the remainder of our days here on Earth.
However, regrettably, there are some things that parents are powerless to stop. Each year, far too many children suffer from circumstances and illnesses that are completely beyond their control. Accidents and disease are as much a part of human life as happiness and celebration.
The day Alina and Aaron Edwards found out that their nine-year-old daughter, Emma, had been diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukaemia, altered their entire world. They were dealt a heartbreaking blow when physicians informed them after a few months that there was nothing more they could do to save Emma’s life, despite their obvious anguish and desperation to hold onto the hope that she could overcome cancer.
With the limited time they had left, Emma’s anguished parents resolved to do everything in their power to grant their daughter’s desires. Of course, it goes without saying that the great majority of kids would relish the opportunity to meet a famous hero in such a situation, maybe go to Disneyland or watch their idol compete on the pitch.
Emma, however, had completely different wishes. She requested permission to wed DJ, her ten-year-old boyfriend. After Sunday, I will have so much more to say and so many people to thank, but for now, my brain is simply not working properly, and I
Emma’s campaign quickly gained a lot of support from her neighbourhood. The group of supporters and volunteers took on the moniker “Emma’s Army” and decided to fulfil this young girl’s aspirations before it was too late. Emma’s family eventually received assistance in raising money from the Make-A-Wish Foundation. “Most kids want to go to Disneyland, but Emma wanted to get married, be a wife, and have three kids,” Emma’s mother Alina clarified.
Reports state that Emma and DJ had attempted to get married before their “wedding.” When they were eight years old, the two kids attempted to tie the knot in school, choosing their own groomsmen and bridesmaids from among their peers. Sadly for Emma and DJ, though, their teacher would not allow the wedding to take place, no matter how informal.
But this time, their second attempt at marriage had the support of many wonderful people who wanted Emma to have the day of her dreams, as well as the approval of their parents. In less than two days, we put it together, and everything was donated in the end. It came together so beautifully and was so wonderful, Alina disclosed.
When the big day finally arrived, it was recorded on tape featuring interviews with a few guests, including the DJ and the groom. She struck me as the most gorgeous person I have ever laid eyes on. I’ve adored her ever since,” DJ remarked. Alina, on the other hand, was gushing about her daughter’s charming young partner. She sent a tearful message on Facebook that said
Since third grade, DJ has been Emma’s “Boo bear.” I promise that watching these two adorable together will make your heart melt. Her heart leaps when DJ helps and shields her. She adores him. I also know that he adores her! He has supported her through all of her highs and lows, never letting her smile. DJ and his family will always remain connected.
Emma’s big day finally arrived on June 29 when she arrived at the location pushed by her parents in a wheelchair. For the event, she dressed elegantly in purple, and she grinned as her father led her down the aisle. After exchanging vows and rings, Emma and DJ finished the ceremony with a kiss from DJ to his bride.
Emma went back to her bed to recuperate after the wedding, but everyone could see how happy she was to have experienced her special day. After her battle, young Emma passed away a few weeks later on July 11, 2023.
Emma’s obituary stated: “On July 11, 2023, Emma Brooks Edwards passed away and was embraced by her closest loved ones as she entered paradise in the tender arms of her great-grandma Frannie Annie. Emma, then ten years old, fought leukaemia, dubbed “The imposter,” for sixteen months.
The Edwards family was completed with the birth of Emma, our little unicorn, on April 22, 2013, to devoted parents and three elder siblings. She cherished DIY projects, clever jokes, her loved ones, Jesus, and her brand-new “husband,” DJ. To everyone she encountered and to those who loved her, Emma was an inspiration. She was the most wonderful friend, cousin, aunt, “wife,” haha, sister, grandchild, and cousin. Her legacy is one of humour, fortitude, and unending love for everyone.
Emma, rest in peace. A young girl of such beauty, taken far too soon. Please join us in extending our condol
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