My mom never liked my wife. From the beginning, there was tension—even on our wedding day, she warned me not to marry her.
Two years later, my mom passed away. While cleaning her room, I found a hidden box under her bed.
Inside were my wife’s missing things—earrings, a scarf, photos she’d been searching for for months.
My heart sank.
My mother hadn’t just disapproved of my wife. She had secretly taken pieces of her life and hidden them away.
Even in death, it felt like she was trying to come between us.
Now I’m left with one question:
Do I tell my wife the truth…
or let my mother’s resentment die with her? 💔
