Just a lesson in empathy.”
Karen’s jaw clenched, and she stammered, “You can’t just—”
“Oh, but I can,” I said, crossing my arms. “Here’s the deal. You’re going to pay Rachel back for the sewing machine, and you’re going to apologize.
If not, we’ll upload this video on social media, showing all your friends how you got in trouble with the law. You’ll be a pariah and might lose your company’s trust.”
Karen looked around as if hoping someone would save her, but Mark had gone on a fishing trip the previous day, and she was at my mercy. She sighed heavily and muttered, “Fine.”
She stormed off to grab her checkbook, her face burning with humiliation.
She scribbled down the amount and shoved the check into Rachel’s hand. “Sorry,” she muttered, avoiding eye contact.
My daughter looked at me, and I nodded. “We’re done here.”
We all left together, leaving Karen behind.
I told the evil stepmother that my daughter was going to stay with me full-time for a while until she was ready to visit them again.
Rachel let out a laugh the moment we got in the car. “Mom, that was amazing!”
“Sweetheart,” I said, squeezing her hand, “nobody messes with my daughter and gets away with it!”
Since then, Rachel hasn’t spent a single weekend at her dad’s house unless she wants to. They meet on neutral ground now, usually at a coffee shop or the park.
As for Karen? She’s been on her best behavior, though I doubt she’ll ever forget that day.
My daughter used the money to buy a brand-new sewing machine, and this time, she’s keeping it right where it belongs — at home, with me.
Source: amomama
