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Mom-in-Law Mistaken for Maid — Story of the Day

Byron Loker
Jan 24, 2024
07:20 A.M.

Delia, the girlfriend of a wealthy young man, returns home and sees an unknown woman making herself at home in her kitchen. Delia assumes that this is a new maid and does not hold back on offensive words, not realizing who this woman actually is.

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In the lush interior of wealthy businessman Thomas's kitchen, Mildred, a woman of unassuming elegance, stood by the pristine marble counter. With her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail and wearing a plain apron, she was the picture of domestic tranquility.

The air was fragrant with the scent of freshly baked cupcakes, a sweet melody held by the baseline of the robust aroma of brewing coffee. Delia, Thomas's girlfriend, entered the kitchen. Her steps were light, almost dancing on the tiled floor, her silk dress trailing behind her like a whisper of luxury.

She paused as she saw Mildred and took in her humble attire, mistaking the reserved elegance for something more menial.

"Um, excuse me? I didn't know we had a new maid," Delia said with surprise and a hint of condescension. She walked over to the counter, eyeing the cupcakes with disdain.

Mildred turned, offering a polite, yet distant smile. "Good morning," she said, her voice as soft as the morning light. She watched Delia, a calm ocean against the younger woman's brewing storm.

Delia wrinkled her nose slightly, the aroma of cupcakes clashing with her expectations. "We don't eat this—this kind of garbage," she said, waving a dismissive hand at the baked goods. "Thomas and I are very health-conscious. We avoid gluten, you know."

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Mildred's smile didn't waver, but her eyes held a depth of unspoken words. She remained silent, her demeanor poised, allowing the silence to speak volumes.

Delia leaned against the counter, her posture reflecting her self-assuredness. "You should probably ask before baking such things. We have a very specific diet." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Mildred nodded slowly, her silence eloquent. The kitchen, bright and warm, felt like a stage with a drama set to unfold.

The sound of footsteps announced Thomas's arrival. He entered the kitchen, a blend of casual elegance and morning cheer. "Mom, you're up early!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the cupcakes. "Wow, these look amazing!"

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Delia's expression shifted from confidence to confusion. She glanced from Thomas to Mildred, the realization dawning like a slow sunrise. "That's your mother?" she echoed, her voice faltering.

Thomas, oblivious to the tension, picked up a cupcake and took a bite. "Mom's cupcakes are the best," he said with a contented smile, crumbs dotting his lips.

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Delia's face flushed a delicate pink, embarrassment blooming like roses in spring. She opened her mouth, then closed it, words failing her.

Mildred simply sipped her coffee, the corners of her lips curling into a knowing smile. The kitchen, with its morning light and fragrant aromas, held its breath, waiting for the next act in this domestic drama.

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With a grace that belied her inner turmoil, Mildred set her coffee cup down, her movements as fluid as a gentle stream. "I'll leave you two to catch up," she said softly. She exited the kitchen, her departure as quiet as a shadow at noon.

Once Mildred was out of earshot, Delia turned to Thomas, her eyes flashing. "Thomas, why didn't you tell me your mother was visiting? Anyway, she was incredibly rude to me," she said, her voice trembling. Her hands clasped the countertop, seeking support.

Thomas, still savoring the last bite of the cupcake, looked at Delia, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Rude? Mom?" he asked, disbelief coloring his tone. He set the cupcake down, turning to face her fully.

"She insulted my looks, Thomas," Delia pressed on, her voice swelling with a mix of indignation and hurt. "She just stood there, her eyes sweeping over me like I was—I don't know, unworthy. It's like her silence was screaming judgment!"

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Thomas was bewildered. "Delia, are you sure? Mom can be reserved, but she's not mean. Maybe it's a misunderstanding?" His voice was a soothing balm, trying to calm the turbulent waters.

Delia shook her head vigorously, her hair cascading around her shoulders. "No, Thomas, it's not a misunderstanding. Her eyes, that look—it was so demeaning. I felt so small, so belittled," she explained, her hands gesturing emphatically to convey her distress.

Thomas reached out, taking Delia's hands in his. "I'm sorry you felt that way. I'll talk to her, okay? We'll sort this out. She's just protective of me, but she'll come around. You'll see," he reassured, squeezing her hands gently.

Delia's eyes glistened. "I hope you're right, Thomas. I just want to be accepted, to be part of this family," she said, her voice softening.

Thomas nodded. "You are a part of this family, Delia. And I'll make sure Mom sees that too," he declared, his determination shining through. The room, once charged with tension, began to settle, like the sea after a storm, hinting at a peace yet to be fully restored.

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Thomas pulled Delia into an embrace, his arms a fortress against her doubts. "My mother just needs time to get to know the amazing woman I fell in love with." His words were a soothing balm, meant to heal the unseen wounds.

In the living room, Mildred overheard their conversation, her heart heavy. She gazed out the window, her reflection a ghostly image against the bright world outside. Time will tell indeed, she thought.

Back in the kitchen, Thomas and Delia stood in the embrace, the morning light casting long shadows that spoke of the complexities of love and family. The scent of coffee and cupcakes lingered, a sweet reminder of the simple joys that often get lost in the tides of life.

***

As the grandfather clock in the hallway struck noon, the dining room was bathed in a soft, natural light filtering through the sheer curtains. The table was set with precision, each plate and utensil reflecting the opulence of Thomas's home. Mildred, Thomas, and Delia gathered around, an unspoken tension filling the air.

Delia, draped in her flowing dress that accentuated her poise, spoke animatedly about the latest fashion trends, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. She glanced at Thomas and Mildred periodically, seeking their engagement in her monologue.

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Thomas, trying to balance between politeness and his interest in the conversation, nodded in response to Delia's fashion insights. He occasionally turned his gaze towards Mildred, seeking her input or a sign of validation for Delia's enthusiasm about fashion.

Mildred, ever the matriarch with sharp business acumen, listened attentively, her expression composed yet pensive. She considered Delia's words, not with judgment, but with the seasoned perspective of someone who had navigated the highs and lows of the fashion industry.

After a moment, Thomas gently steered the conversation towards their family-owned clothing retail business. "Speaking of fashion trends, Mom, the new summer line is almost ready. We've incorporated some bold patterns this time," he shared, his tone shifting to one of professional interest.

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Mildred nodded, her eyes lighting up with a passion for their business. "Yes, I saw the designs. The bold patterns are a risk, but fashion is about taking chances. How's the production schedule looking?" she asked.

Thomas leaned forward, eager to discuss the intricacies of their business. "Production is on track. But we need to decide on our marketing strategy, especially with the online launch," he said, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

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Delia, trying to insert herself into the conversation, chimed in, "I saw this amazing marketing campaign on Instagram. Maybe we could try something like that? You know, something flashy and trendy."

Thomas and Mildred exchanged a quick look. While they appreciated Delia's attempt to contribute, it was evident her understanding of the business nuances was surface-level.

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Mildred responded diplomatically, "Social media is indeed powerful, Delia. But our brand's reputation has been built on a certain elegance and timelessness. Flashy isn't always aligned with our brand identity."

"Right," Thomas added, "we aim for a balance between trend-setting and maintaining our brand's classic appeal. It's a fine line in the fashion industry."

Delia nodded, her expression showing a hint of disappointment at not being able to contribute more significantly. She sipped her wine quietly, the conversation moving beyond the realm of her expertise.

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The discussion between Thomas and Mildred continued, delving deeper into logistics, design nuances, and strategic planning. Their exchange was a dance of ideas and experience, showcasing their deep commitment and understanding of their business legacy.

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Delia, meanwhile, listened, her earlier enthusiasm tempered by the complexities of a world she was only just beginning to understand.

As they began their main course, Thomas cleared his throat, the sound cutting through their conversation. "Mom, Delia and I have something important to share," he started, his tone steady but filled with emotion. Delia turned to him, her eyes alight with anticipation.

"I've decided to ask Delia to marry me," Thomas revealed, his words floating in the air. Delia's face brightened like the dawn, her smile broad and genuine.

Mildred's expression, however, remained unreadable. She set her cutlery down gently, her movements smooth yet intentional. "That's quite the news, Thomas," she said neutrally.

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Delia reached across the table, holding Thomas's hand. "Isn't it wonderful, Mildred? We're so happy," she said, her voice full of joy and triumph.

Mildred nodded. "Indeed, happiness is what we all strive for," she replied, choosing her words carefully.

Seeing an opportunity, Mildred turned to Delia with a polite smile. "Delia, dear, would you mind getting a bottle of wine from the cellar? A celebration seems appropriate." Her request was as smooth as silk, with another intention hidden beneath.

Delia stood up, her dress swirling. "Of course, Mildred. Any particular preference?" she asked, her tone respectful yet eager to please.

"Something vintage, perhaps. Surprise us," Mildred suggested, watching Delia as she left the room.

Once Delia was gone, Mildred turned to Thomas, her look changing like a landscape under different skies. "Thomas, I must express my concerns," she began, her words soft but filled with worry. "Don't you think it's a bit sudden? You hardly know each other."

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Thomas looked surprised and slightly annoyed. "Mom, I love her. Isn't that what's important?" he asked, his tone strong but seeking understanding.

Mildred exhaled. "Love is vital, but knowing the person you'll share your life with is too," she said, her words full of experience. "I'm concerned Delia might not be marrying you for the right reasons."

Before re-entering the dining room, Delia paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob. A sudden curiosity, a niggling sense of unease, urged her to listen. Silently, she stood by the door, her ears straining to catch the conversation flowing from within.

Inside, Thomas and Mildred continued their discussion, unaware of Delia's proximity. The talk had shifted from business to more personal matters.

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Mildred's voice, filled with a mother's concern, broke the silence. "Thomas, I've seen how these things can unravel. It's not just about the business. It's about your future, your happiness. I just want to make sure she's with you for the right reasons."

Thomas leaned back in his chair, his features etched with confusion and a growing sense of hurt. "You think she's after my money?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of bitterness.

Mildred reached across the table, her hand seeking his. "I didn't say that, but it's important to be cautious. Love should be about more than just financial gain. I've seen too many people get hurt because they weren't careful. I'm your mother. It's my role to worry, to protect you," she went on, her eyes showing deep love and concern. "Just promise to think this over, for the sake of your own heart."

Outside the room, Delia's heart pounded in her chest. Her mind raced with a mix of emotions—indignation, fear, and a rising sense of panic. She had expected to be a part of their family, not a subject of suspicion. The words she overheard were like a cold splash of reality, challenging her plans and her position in Thomas's life.

With a deep breath to steady herself, Delia opened the door and stepped into the dining room, her face carefully composed to mask the turmoil churning within her. Thomas and Mildred, unaware of her eavesdropping, turned to greet her, their faces a blend of warmth and polite curiosity.

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Unbeknownst to them, the seeds of doubt and conflict had been sown, and Delia, now armed with this new knowledge, braced herself for the challenges ahead.

As Delia stepped to the table, holding a bottle of French champagne that caught the light brilliantly, the mood in the dining room shifted again. The sound of clinking glasses and champagne being poured filled the room, masking the doubts and worries that had just surfaced.

Delia has also returned with something else, something she had been hiding, ready to play like a trump card at just the right moment. She placed the small covered dish close to Thomas.

"And now for the highlight of the day," Delia said, pointing at the dish with relish. Her eyes sparkled with a blend of excitement and nervousness, and everyone's attention was fixed on her.

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Delia uncovered the dish, revealing not a culinary delight but a small plastic stick-like device marked by two red lines. "We're going to have a baby, Thomas!" she declared.

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Thomas's expression shifted from shock to joy, his face lighting up with the promise of a child. He stood up, pulling Delia into an affectionate embrace, their future taking on an unexpected new dimension.

Mildred, however, sat still, her face a canvas of controlled emotions. Her eyes, usually tranquil, now flickered with concern and a touch of disbelief. She remained silent, her figure a picture of composure.

"Congratulations," was all Mildred could muster, her tone even, but her heart unsettled. The revelation of the pregnancy added complexity to her already deep concerns.

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Thomas, buoyed by the moment, turned to his mother with earnest eyes. "Mom, this changes everything. I need your blessing for our engagement, especially now," he implored.

Mildred took a moment, her eyes moving between Thomas and Delia. "Thomas, my blessing is conditional," she said carefully. "I insist on a prenuptial agreement."

Thomas's initial joy faded into confusion and then a hint of frustration. "A prenup? Mom, that's not needed. I trust Delia with all my heart," he responded, his commitment to Delia evident.

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Mildred's expression firmed, her features reflecting her deep conviction. "Without a prenuptial agreement, I cannot entrust you with full control of the family business," she stated decisively.

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The room fell into a profound silence, the tension almost tangible. Thomas, torn between his mother's doubts and his loyalty to Delia, found himself at a crossroads.

Delia, with eyes wide in a combination of fear and astonishment, silently appealed to both Thomas and Mildred.

Mildred then stood up, her chair moving quietly against the floor. "I need some air," she announced, exiting the room with a grace that masked the storm within her.

Left alone, Thomas and Delia faced each other, the air between them charged with a mixture of uncertainty and unresolved tension. The initial joy of their announcement now lay in the shadow of Mildred's firm demand.

Delia, her eyes reflecting a blend of worry and determination, broke the silence. "Thomas, what are we going to do? Your mother's condition—it's not fair. We love each other, isn't that enough?"

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Thomas moved closer to her, taking her hands in his. "Delia, listen to me," he began, his voice calm yet resolute. "No matter what my mother says or does, I'm with you. We're in this together, okay?"

Delia searched his eyes, looking for reassurance. "But, Thomas, if you don't get the business, how will we manage? How will we support ourselves, especially with a baby on the way?"

Thomas squeezed her hands gently, a gesture of support. "I know it's scary, but we'll find a way. There are plenty of opportunities out there. If it comes down to it, I'll find a job, something to keep us afloat. We won't be left in the cold, I promise."

Delia's expression softened, and the lines of worry eased slightly. "But you've always been part of the family business. It's your legacy, Thomas. Are you sure you're ready to walk away from all of that for me?"

Thomas nodded, his decision clear in his heart. "My family's business is important, yes, but not as important as our family—you and our future child. That's my priority. My mother will have to understand that."

Delia leaned into him, her heart lighter, yet still burdened with the weight of the unknown. "I just wish she could see how much I love you, how I'm not the person she thinks I am."

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Thomas wrapped his arms around her. "In time, she will. We'll show her, together. Our love is stronger than any business or condition."

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Outside, Mildred strolled down the garden path, her thoughts a complex web. The day's events had escalated, and the way forward was mired in uncertainty. She looked ahead, aware that the decisions made today would resonate in her family's future.

***

As twilight enveloped the house, casting long shadows across its luxurious interior, Thomas found himself alone in the bathroom. The events of the day swirled in his head like leaves in a whirlwind.

As Thomas prepared for a shower, with Mildred's words echoing in his ears, he glanced over and saw the pregnancy test Delia had presented sitting on the edge of the sink.

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He picked it up out of idle curiosity and the need to connect somehow with the tangible proof of their impending parenthood. As he turned it over in his hands, examining it under the bright bathroom light, his attention was momentarily diverted by the sound of water dripping from the faucet. Reaching to turn off the tap properly, the test slipped from his grasp, landing in the water collected in the basin.

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Thomas hastily retrieved the test, but as he did, his eyes caught sight of something unexpected. The double red lines—heralding a positive result—began to smudge and run. A cold realization settled over him—the lines were drawn with a marker pen. Delia had faked the pregnancy.

For a moment, Thomas stood frozen, the test in his hand a symbol of the deception uncovered. A storm of emotions raged within him, but he chose to cloak his discovery in silence. He needed time to process, to plan.

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Later that evening, as they sat over a cozy dinner for two, the glow of the fireplace casting a comforting warmth, Thomas broached a subject that would set the stage for his test of Delia's intentions.

"Delia, with everything happening, I've been thinking," he began, his tone measured, revealing nothing of his inner turmoil. "Maybe we should consider selling the house. We could find somewhere more modest. It would be prudent, financially."

Delia's face, illuminated by the flickering firelight, registered surprise. "Sell the house? But Thomas, this place is beautiful. It's our home," she protested, her voice a blend of disbelief and concern.

Thomas nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I know, but with a baby on the way and me potentially losing the business—it might be tight. We need to think practically," he said, laying the foundation of his test.

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Delia shifted in her seat, her luxurious surroundings suddenly feeling less secure. "What do you mean, 'practically'?" she asked, a hint of anxiety creeping into her voice.

Thomas looked at her, his gaze steady. "Well, we might need to adjust our lifestyle. Perhaps you could find a job, too, to help out. Something like waitressing, or maybe a housekeeping role," he suggested, watching her reaction closely.

Delia's face was a canvas of emotions—surprise, confusion, and a dawning sense of reality. The idea of working, especially as a waitress or housekeeper, seemed to clash with the image she had of her future.

Thomas continued, "It's just until we get back on our feet. I could start another business—we could use some of the money from the house sale for that. We need to think about the baby, about providing a stable future." His words were a carefully constructed test, designed to peel back the layers of Delia's intentions.

Delia sat back, the soft crackle of the fire playing a stark contrast to the silence that grew between them. Her dream of a comfortable, secure life seemed to be slipping through her fingers like sand.

Thomas watched her silently, his heart aching with the weight of suspicion and the hope that he was wrong. The night grew deeper around them, the fire's warmth unable to dispel the chill of uncertainty that had settled in the room.

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In the once serene living room, now a stage for confrontation, Delia's face was a tempest of emotions. Her dreams, once so close to realization, now teetered on the brink of collapse. Thomas's suggestion to downsize their life had cornered her, and in this corner, she found her claws.

"Thomas, do you not see? Your mother is manipulating you, trying to control our lives, even our happiness," Delia said angrily. "She doesn't want us to be happy. She doesn't want me in your life."

Thomas, sitting across from her, maintained a facade of calm. Inside, however, his thoughts churned. He listened, weighing each word, each accusation that Delia hurled against his mother.

Delia leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Thomas's. "We don't have to live like this, Thomas. You can break free from her. Transfer the ownership of the business to me. We can run it together, without her looming over us," she proposed, her voice a siren's call, luring him with the promise of freedom and power.

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Thomas's expression hardened at the suggestion, a crack in his composed exterior. "Transfer the business to you? Delia, that's my family's legacy. My mother has spent her life building it," he countered, his loyalty to his family's heritage evident in his tone.

Delia stood up, her silhouette outlined by the fire's glow. "It's either me or her, Thomas. If you love me, if you want this family—our family—to work, you'll choose me. Otherwise, I'll leave," she declared, her ultimatum cutting through the room like a cold wind.

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Thomas, now standing as well, faced Delia. His heart was a battleground of love, suspicion, and duty. After a moment that stretched like an eternity, he nodded slowly. "Alright, Delia. I'll do it. I'll transfer the business to you," he agreed, his voice steady but his eyes betraying a glint of something more—a deeper plan forming in the shadows of his decision.

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Delia's face transformed, relief and triumph melding into a victorious smile. She moved closer to Thomas, her arms encircling him in a victorious embrace. "You won't regret this, Thomas. We'll be unstoppable together," she whispered, her words sweet like honey, but with an undercurrent of poison.

As they stood there, locked in an embrace that was more a pact than a comfort, the fire crackled merrily, unaware of the deceit and plots weaving through the room. Thomas held Delia, his mind already racing ahead, planning his next move in this high-stakes game of truth and lies.

***

In the opulent living room, basking in the morning's gentle light, Delia, clad in her elegant silk dressing gown, talked animatedly on the phone. Her words dripped with a triumphant tone, woven with strands of deceit. "I've finally done it," she boasted, a glimmer of victory in her voice. "Thomas and his overbearing mother don't stand a chance against me."

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Delia stood up and strutted around the room, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Oh, you should have seen their faces! Mildred's attempt to control the situation with her prenup demand backfired. Thomas chose me over her and the business," she declared, her laughter ringing clear and confident.

On the other end of the line, the unheard voice seemed to fuel Delia's arrogance further. "Yes, the business will be mine soon. Can you believe it? All these years of playing the doting fiancée are about to pay off," she continued, her tone laced with smug satisfaction.

Delia paused, listening to the response, then chuckled softly. "Well, the pregnancy trick did wonders. Sure, it was fake, but now I just have to get pregnant for real. That's a mere formality. Once I'm carrying Thomas's child, my position will be unassailable."

She sauntered to the window, gazing out with a sense of ownership. "Once I have control of the business, there will be some major changes. First things first, Mildred will have no say in anything. This is my time now."

Delia's laughter filled the room, a sound devoid of warmth. "Don't worry, I've got everything under control. Thomas is completely under my spell. He's blinded by love—or what he thinks is love," she said, her words cold and calculating.

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Unbeknownst to her, this phone call was the prelude to a climax she had not foreseen, a twist in her carefully laid plans that would soon unfold. The room, opulent and serene, was oblivious to the treachery that danced within its walls.

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A sharp knock at the door cut through her gloating. Startled, Delia ended the call as she glided toward the door, her confidence unshaken. She swung it open to reveal a man in uniform, stern and official, flanked by a team of men who exuded authority.

"Miss, I'm Patrick. We're here to commence the attachment of assets," the man announced, extending a formal document to her. "The business Thomas transferred to you has significant unpaid taxes. You're in serious legal trouble."

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Delia's face, previously a portrait of smug satisfaction, crumbled into panic. Her voice trembled as she stammered, "There must be some mistake. This can't be happening."

Patrick remained unmoved as he signaled one of his men. "Cuff her," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

As Delia stood at the threshold, her eyes flickering with a blend of fear and calculation, she addressed Patrick, the lead of the asset seizure team. "Please, can we discuss this privately?" she implored, her voice a trembling whisper of urgency.

Patrick, maintaining his professional guise, nodded curtly. "Very well, Miss. Let's talk in the living room," he agreed, stepping inside as Delia led the way.

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Behind them, the rest of Patrick's team began their orchestrated removal of household items. They moved methodically through the house, listing furniture and valuables.

Once in the living room, Delia turned to Patrick, her demeanor shifting to one of desperate negotiation. "Look, there's been a huge mistake. I can make it worth your while to overlook this," she said, her eyes searching his for any sign of compliance.

Patrick folded his arms and looked at her skeptically. "You're suggesting a bribe?" he asked, his tone deliberately neutral yet probing.

Delia inched closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "Not just money. I can offer—other incentives. Surely, there's something you desire that I can provide," she hinted, her implication clear.

Patrick feigned contemplation, then shook his head slightly. "And what about Thomas? Are you willing to throw him under the bus for your gain?" he inquired, testing the depth of her deceit.

Delia's response was immediate and cold. "Thomas was just a means to an end. I never loved him. It was all about securing my future, and now it's in jeopardy. Please, help me fix this," she urged, her facade crumbling under the weight of her situation.

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Meanwhile, the sight of the team confiscating items added a layer of urgency to Delia's pleas.

"There's been a misunderstanding," Delia pleaded further, her eyes darting around, seeking an escape. "It was all a ruse to gain control of Thomas's assets. I'm sure you and I can work out a deal. Come on, how much do you want?" Her suggestion hung in the air, tainted with desperation.

Patrick appeared to weigh up the offer "So, you're offering financial incentives, and perhaps more, to make this go away?" he asked loudly. "Is that what you hear, too, Thomas?" Patrick called out.

Thomas and Mildred stepped out from their hiding place behind a door to an adjoining room, their expressions a mix of disgust and vindication. Thomas's eyes met Delia's, once filled with love, now cold with betrayal.

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"Yes, I heard that all loud and clear; thank you, Patrick," Thomas confirmed, looking at Delia with sadness and disgust.

"You set this up?" Delia gasped, her voice a whisper of disbelief.

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Thomas nodded, his posture firm. "Patrick and his team are actors. The documents for the business transfer were fake," he revealed, his voice steady but laced with anger. "I know about the fake pregnancy test, Delia. Next time you try this ruse on some unsuspecting fool, you might like to use a permanent ink marker. I know it was all a lie."

Mildred stepped forward, her expression stern. "You've shown your true colors, Delia. It's time for you to leave," she declared, her voice resonating with maternal authority.

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As Mildred handed Delia a suitcase packed with some of her belongings, Delia's façade of confidence shattered. Gripping the suitcase handle with trembling hands, she turned to Thomas, her eyes brimming with a desperate plea.

"Thomas, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I made mistakes, but can't we start over? I can change, I promise."

Thomas, his expression a mix of sadness and resolve, shook his head gently. "Delia, it's too late for that. I can't be with someone who doesn't love me for who I am," he replied, his voice firm yet tinged with regret.

Delia's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of wavering, but found none. With a heavy heart, she turned and walked out the door, the finality of the moment echoing in each step.

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As the door closed behind Delia, Thomas turned to face his mother. The room was filled with a silence that spoke volumes. "Mom, I'm so sorry. You tried to warn me, and I didn't listen," he said, the weight of his words heavy in the air.

Mildred stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Thomas, it's okay. You were in love, and love can sometimes blind us to the truth. What matters is that you see it now," she reassured him, her voice warm and forgiving.

Thomas nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. "I've learned a lot from this, Mom. Your wisdom, your insight—I should have valued it more. I won't make that mistake again," he said, his newfound respect for his mother shining through.

Mildred smiled, her eyes reflecting pride and love for her son. "That's part of life, Thomas. We live, we learn, and we grow. I'm just glad I could be here for you," she said, her words wrapping him in the comfort of maternal love.

Together, they stood in the room, now free of deceit's shadows. The morning light bathed them in a warm glow, symbolizing a new beginning. Thomas and Mildred, united in their understanding and respect for each other, faced the future with renewed hope and a stronger bond than ever before.

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In the newfound calm that followed Delia's departure, Mildred glanced around the room, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding of the moment's significance. She then turned to Thomas with a gentle, inviting smile.

"Thomas, how about we go into the kitchen and whip up a batch of cupcakes together? It's been ages since we did that," she suggested, her voice imbued with warmth and a hint of nostalgia.

Thomas looked at her, surprised by the suggestion, but then a soft smile broke on his face. "Cupcakes, huh? Just like the old times when I was a kid?" he said, the idea sparking a light in his eyes.

"Exactly," Mildred affirmed, her smile widening. "I think today calls for something sweet, a reminder of simpler times. Plus, I believe we could both use a little distraction," she added, leading the way to the kitchen.

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As they entered the kitchen, the familiar sight of the baking ingredients and utensils seemed to welcome them. Thomas rolled up his sleeves, ready to dive into the task. "Alright, Chef Mildred, I'm at your service. Let's see if I still remember how to do this," he said playfully, his spirits visibly lifted.

Mildred chuckled, handing him an apron. "It's like riding a bike, Thomas. You never really forget. Now, let's see if we can still make the best cupcakes in town," she said, her tone light and encouraging.

Together, they measured out flour, sugar, and other ingredients, falling into an easy rhythm. The act of baking, simple yet therapeutic, allowed them to bond over shared memories and laughter. The rich aroma of cupcakes soon filled the kitchen, symbolizing the sweet renewal of their relationship.

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As the cupcakes baked in the oven, Thomas and Mildred sat at the kitchen table, their conversation flowing freely. It was in these small, cherished moments that they found comfort and joy, a reminder that no matter what life threw at them, they had each other - and that was enough to face any challenge.

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