I Couldn’t Reach out to My Husband for Days – Then My Mother-in-Law Called Me & Revealed the Shocking Truth

Abbie’s world turns upside down when her husband vanishes without a trace, leaving only a cryptic note behind. Days later, a phone call from her mother-in-law reveals a shocking secret that shakes Abbie to the core. Where is Matthew?

“Matthew? This isn’t funny, where are you?” I called out, expecting to hear his voice from another room.

But the house was silent, except for the faint hum of the refrigerator.

My heart started to race as I noticed a note on the kitchen table.

It read, “Don’t search for me.

I stared at the note, hoping it was a bad joke. Matthew loved pranks, but this felt different. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, only to hear it go straight to voicemail.

“Matthew, call me back,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “This isn’t funny.”

I called his mom next. “Hi, it’s Abbie. Have you heard from Matthew?”

“No, dear,” Claire replied. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, yes, it is. Sorry, I guess he just went out for a walk.”

I hung up and tried his best friend, James.

“No, Abbie, we haven’t heard from him,” James said, his concern mirroring mine.

Matthew never returned.

The kids kept asking, “Where’s Daddy?”

I didn’t know how to answer them. I finally went to the police, clutching the note in my hand.

“Ma’am, with the note he left, we can’t start a search,” the officer said.

“But he’s missing!” I protested, feeling a lump rise in my throat. “What if something happened to him?”

The officer shook his head. “I’m sorry, but adults have the right to disappear if they want to. There’s nothing we can do.”

I left the station feeling helpless and alone.

I returned home to our cozy suburban house, now filled with an eerie emptiness. I gathered the children in the living room.

“Kids, I need to tell you something,” I began, my voice shaking. “Daddy is… he’s gone away for a while.”

“Why, Mommy?” my youngest asked.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” I replied, pulling her into a hug. “But we have to be strong, okay?”

The days that followed were a blur of tears and unanswered questions.

Every corner of the house reminded me of Matthew.

His favorite coffee mug on the counter, his shoes by the door, the jacket he always wore still hanging in the closet.

I tried to keep things normal for the kids, but it was a struggle. Every time they asked about their father, my heart broke a little more.

Then, one day, I received a call from my mother-in-law.

“If you want to know the truth, promise me you won’t tell Matthew anything,” her voice cracked through the FaceTime call, breaking the silence of the room.

“Promise? What’s going on?” I asked, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach.

“Matthew is here at my house. With his mistress and their newborn baby,” she began.

I was horrified.

“Matthew told me to keep it a secret from you, Abbie,” she continued. “His mistress had nowhere to go, so he brought her here. He’s planning to spend money from your joint account to rent them an apartment. He told me he is going to divorce you and stay with his mistress. She’s… barely 19.”

I felt like the ground had just been pulled out from under me.

My vision blurred with tears as I struggled to comprehend her words.

“He… he’s what?” I stammered.

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“I’m sorry for lying to you about his whereabouts and not telling the truth earlier, ” she continued. “I didn’t know what to do since he is my son… I needed some time to think about everything. But you are also family to me and the mother to my grandkids, whom I love dearly. That’s why I decided to tell you the truth. Abbie, you still have time. You can find a lawyer and save your money for the sake of your kids.”

I was shaking, a mix of anger, betrayal, and heartbreak surging through me.

“I can’t believe this,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “Thank you for telling me. I-I need to protect my children and myself.”

Ending the call, I sat in stunned silence, the reality of my situation crashing down on me. Matthew, the man I trusted and loved, was planning to abandon us for another woman.

The kids sensed something was wrong. “Mommy, where’s Daddy?” my youngest asked, her big eyes filled with confusion.

“He’s not coming back, sweetheart,” I said, pulling her into a tight hug. “But we have each other, and we’ll be okay.”

I could hardly believe what my mother-in-law had told me, but I had to keep moving forward for my kids. I immediately contacted a lawyer.

As we discussed my options, I received a call from an unknown number. I hesitated before answering.

“Hi, Abbie? It’s Lisa. I’m the woman Matthew has been seeing. I need to talk to you,” came the voice on the other end.

A chill ran down my spine. “How dare you!” I snapped. “How dare you call me?”

“Please, just meet me. There’s something you need to know, something important. It’s about your family,” she pleaded.

I was seething. I would’ve never agreed to see her face had I not sensed helplessness in her voice.

“Alright. Where do you want to meet?” I asked.

“Do you know that old café on street 8? 6 p.m. Does that work?”

At 6 p.m. sharp, I walked into the café, my eyes searching for her. When I first saw Lisa’s picture, I couldn’t believe Mathew could’ve dated a girl so young.

She was already there at a corner booth.

“Thank you for coming,” she said as I sat down.

“Why did you want to meet?” I asked.

“Matthew told me he was going to leave you, but I didn’t know he was going to abandon you like this. I didn’t agree to any of this,” she began.

“Why should I believe you?” I asked, folding my arms defensively.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a stack of papers.

“These are emails and messages from Matthew. He said horrible things about you, things I know aren’t true. He’s been manipulating both of us.”

I took the papers and began to read.

My hands trembled with rage as I saw the lies and deceit laid bare. “I can’t believe this,” I muttered, shaking my head.

Lisa looked at me earnestly. “He’s planning to take everything from you. But I don’t want any part of it. I want to help you.”

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, stunned.

“Because I didn’t know what kind of man he really was until it was too late. I want to make things right, at least in some small way,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

I looked at her, seeing the genuine remorse and desperation in her face. Maybe she was telling the truth.

“Alright,” I said slowly. “If you’re serious about helping, we need to gather as much evidence as we can. I need to protect my children and secure our future.”

We spent the next hour discussing our plan. Lisa shared more details about Matthew’s schemes, and we started forming an unlikely alliance.

It felt strange to trust the woman who had been with my husband, but her willingness to help gave me hope.

The next morning, I sat in my lawyer’s office.

“We need to confront him together. But first, I need to secure my finances and make sure he can’t take anything more from us,” I told my lawyer, Kate.

“With the information Lisa provided, we can freeze the joint accounts and protect your assets,” she assured me.

We went through the details step by step.

Kate filed the necessary paperwork to freeze our joint accounts and secure my assets.

It felt like a race against time, but I knew we had to be thorough.

Every piece of information Lisa had given us was crucial.

One evening, I sat at the kitchen table, paperwork spread out in front of me.

My mother-in-law had come over to help with the kids. She brought me a cup of tea and sat down across from me.

“You’re doing the right thing, Abbie,” she said softly. “I am so sorry for what my son is putting you through.”

“Only Matthew can be blamed for what’s happening, Claire. Nobody saw this coming, not even Lisa,” I replied, sipping the tea. “I’m so grateful to you for your support.”

“You’re stronger than you think,” she said, reassuringly squeezing my hand. “I’m always with you, okay?”

Finally, the day came when everything was in place. I took a deep breath and walked up to my mother-in-law’s door with Lisa by my side. The authorities followed closely behind, ready to enforce the legal actions we had taken.

As we entered, Matthew looked up, shocked to see us.

Abbie, what are you doing here?” he demanded, his eyes darting between me and Lisa.

“It’s over, Matthew,” I said firmly. “We know everything. Your lies, your betrayal, and your plans. You won’t get away with it.”

“What is this? You can’t do this to me!” he shouted, his face turning red with anger.

Lisa stepped forward, her voice calm but resolute. “We already have. You’re not going to hurt anyone else.”

The police officers moved in, presenting the legal documents.

“Mr. Johnson, you need to come with us. You’re being served with a restraining order and an order to vacate the premises,” one of them said.

Matthew looked around, his bravado crumbling. “This isn’t fair,” he muttered, his voice wavering as he tried to find some way to wriggle out of the situation.

“Oh, it’s perfectly fair, ex-husband,” I replied, holding up the divorce papers. “You made your choices, and now you face the consequences.”

As the officers escorted him out, a wave of relief and exhaustion washed over me. I turned to Lisa and my mother-in-law, who stood by my side, their support unwavering.

“Thank you,” I said, tears of relief streaming down my face. “I couldn’t have done this without you two.”

I was crying again, but they were tears of hope and gratitude this time. It was time to rebuild and move forward.

What would you have done?

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My Son Brought His Fiancée Home – The Moment I Saw Her Face and Learned Her Name, I Immediately Called the Police

When my son brought his fiancée home, I was thrilled to meet the woman who’d stolen his heart. But the moment I saw her face, my excitement was gone. I already knew her and soon had her locked in my basement.

The urge to protect your child never goes away. I’m a mother in her 50s, living in a quiet suburban neighborhood with my husband, Nathan. We’ve been married for over 25 years, and we have one son, Xavier, who’s the light of our lives.

A couple with their son | Source: Midjourney

A couple with their son | Source: Midjourney

He’s 22 now and almost out of college. Although he moved away years ago, we’re still a close-knit family. At least, I thought so until a few weeks ago when Xavier shocked us with one phone call.

It was a normal Tuesday evening. Nathan and I were in the living room, half-watching TV and half-dozing off, when the phone rang.

“Mom, Dad, I’ve got some big news!” Xavier boomed through the line. “I’ve met someone. Her name’s Danielle and she’s amazing. We’ve been dating for three months, and—” He paused dramatically. “I proposed, and she said yes!”

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A man proposing | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t speak for a second. There was a lot to process. Woman. Three months. Proposed? “Wait, you’re engaged?” I asked, glancing at my husband, whose jaw was practically on the floor.

“Yup! I wanted to tell you sooner, but Danielle’s pretty shy. She wasn’t ready to meet you guys until now, but I convinced her. Can we come over this weekend for dinner?”

“Of course!” I said, though my mind was already racing with worries and only a little bit of excitement.

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A woman on the phone with surprised eyes | Source: Midjourney

Xavier hadn’t mentioned a single girlfriend during his four years at college. No stories about dates, no pictures, nothing. Now he was engaged after dating for only a couple of months! That was insane.

After we hung up, I spoke to my husband. “What do we know about her?” I asked Nathan as we tidied up the house in preparation for the weekend. “Where’s she from? What does she do?”

“Sweets, you heard the same things I heard,” Nathan smiled at me. “Maybe he’s just smitten. You know how young love is.”

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A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

That didn’t ease my nerves. I tried calling Xavier the next day to ask more questions, but his answers were vague. “She’s from around here,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “She’s incredible, Mom. Just wait until you meet her. You’ll find out all you need to know!”

With those words, I decided to let go of my worries for now and focus on the future. I had to prepare for this momentous event. Nathan also reminded me of the possible benefits of our son getting married: grandchildren!

A dreamlike shot of two toddlers | Source: Midjourney

A dreamlike shot of two toddlers | Source: Midjourney

So when the big day arrived, I went all out. I roasted a chicken, baked a cherry pie, and set the table with our nicest dishes.

Nathan splurged on some pricey steaks, too. “This is just in case she prefers beef to chicken. First impressions matter, right?”

“Of course, sweets!” I told him. “Wait, do you think I should make another dessert in case she doesn’t like cherry pie?”

We spent all morning like that. Nathan even mowed the lawn, although I had no idea how that would be helpful. But it got us even more excited.

A man with lawnmower | Source: Midjourney

A man with lawnmower | Source: Midjourney

By the time the doorbell rang, we couldn’t contain our smiles. We must have looked like two people in a horror movie because Xavier stepped back once we opened the door.

“Welcome!” I said, almost screaming.

Xavier smiled tentatively and introduced us to Danielle, who was standing shyly beside him with her shoulders hunched and a small smile.

A couple on a front porch | Source: Midjourney

A couple on a front porch | Source: Midjourney

She was petite, with dark hair and big eyes. Beautiful, really, and she looked good next to my son. But her face… it took only a second for me to recognize her.

Still, I smiled as I welcomed them inside, but I was panicking for a very valid reason.

Just a few months ago, my friend Margaret showed me a photo of a woman who had scammed her son. He had fallen for this woman, who’d convinced him to buy her an expensive engagement ring and give her thousands of dollars for “wedding expenses.”

Engagement ring | Source: Midjourney

Engagement ring | Source: Midjourney

Then, she’d disappeared without a trace. Margaret was devastated and had shared the photo with everyone she knew, hoping someone might recognize the scammer. And now, here she was, standing in my living room.

Her hair was a different color, much darker, and she might be wearing blue contact lenses, but I recognized that face. And what happened next was a blur.

Somehow, we sat down. I served dinner, and everyone was talking animatedly. I even answered when I could. But I couldn’t stop staring at Danielle. I also checked my phone discreetly, trying to find the photo Margaret had sent. I must’ve erased it.

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A dining table full of food | Source: Midjourney

I’d have to call her later. Suddenly, Nathan coughed. He’d noticed my distraction and asked me to help him in the kitchen.

“What’s going on, Evangeline?” he whispered once we were alone.

“That’s her,” I said urgently. “The scammer Margaret told us about. I’m sure of it.”

“What? The one who broke her son’s heart and stole everything?” Nathan frowned, hands on his hips. “Are you positive? It could just be someone who looks like her.”

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A man looking worried | Source: Midjourney

“I’m telling you, Nathan, it’s her,” I insisted. “Margaret shared that photo everywhere she could for months after she disappeared. I need to do something before she hurts Xavier too.”

Nathan sighed but didn’t argue. “Just… be careful. Let’s not accuse anyone without proof.”

When dinner ended, I’d come up with a plan and set it into motion. “Danielle, would you help me pick out a wine from the basement?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

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A woman at a table smiling awkwardly | Source: Midjourney

She hesitated but nodded. “Sure,” she said, standing up.

I led her downstairs, trying to be as casual as possible. Luckily, she was shy enough that conversation wasn’t that important. But the moment she stepped into the dimly lit basement, I turned and locked the door behind her.

My hands were shaking as I hurried back upstairs. “Nathan, call the police. Now!”

Xavier shot up from his seat, brows furrowed. “Mom, what are you doing?!” he demanded.

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A young man confused | Source: Midjourney

“That woman is not who she says she is,” I said firmly. “She’s scammed people before. I’m protecting you.”

Xavier looked like I’d slapped him. “What? No! You’re wrong! Danielle’s not a scammer. She’s kind, she’s honest, and she’s my fiancée!”

I ignored him, called Margaret, and explained the situation. “Send me that photo of the scammer,” I begged my friend and hung up. Seconds later, my phone buzzed with the image. It was her. There was no doubt in my mind.

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A woman wiht blonde hair | Source: Midjourney

I turned my phone to my son and husband. “See? I’m not crazy!”

Luckily, the police arrived shortly after and confirmed I wasn’t crazy. I was just wrong.

Xavier went down to let Danielle out of the basement. And for some reason, she wasn’t scared. She was frustrated but… amused.

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A woman with a slight smile | Source: Midjourney

She turned to us with a sigh. “Everyone, this isn’t the first time someone’s mistaken me for that woman,” she said. “I know exactly who you’re talking about. She’s ruined my life, or come close to it. I’ve been taken down to the police station before, and I’ve seen her picture. She’s blonde with brown eyes; my black hair and blue eyes are natural. I’m not her.”

One of the officers looked at her closely, then nodded. “I remember this case. The real scammer did use the name Danielle and avoided police for a long time. I think she even managed to scam someone else before she got caught. She’s been in prison for a while now. I can confirm that this lady isn’t her.”

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A police officer smiling | Source: Midjourney

My jaw dropped. I was relieved, yet so ashamed. Why didn’t Margaret know this? “Oh my God! I… I’m so sorry,” I stammered.

To my surprise, Danielle smiled fully and then chuckled. “Well, that was an interesting way to meet my future in-laws,” she joked. “At least I got to pick out a wine.” And she had a great taste too because the bottle she had grabbed was one of the most expensive.

Her words made me laugh, and the tension broke easily.

Xavier hugged her, clearly relieved and so in love. “I told you she wasn’t like that,” he said, shooting me a pointed look.

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A couple hugging | Source: Midjourney

That night ended with apologies and a fresh start. Over time, I got to know Danielle and saw how much she truly loved Xavier. She was warm, funny, and an incredibly talented pastry chef who even made her own wedding cake.

As for me, I learned a lesson about jumping to conclusions. While I’m still protective of Xavier, I’m learning to trust his choices. And now, we have a family story we’ll never forget — though I doubt Danielle will let me live it down anytime soon.

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A woman embarassed | Source: Midjourney

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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