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Caring for Mom was already exhausting, and Jane’s absence only fueled my frustration. She rarely visited unless she needed something, leaving me to handle everything. When Mom’s gold earrings disappeared, I suspected Jane. She had a history of taking things, and her recent visits coincided with more items vanishing. My confrontation with her only led to anger and denial.
Determined to uncover the truth, I installed cameras at Mom’s house. Reviewing the footage, I was stunned—not by Jane, but by my husband, Kaden. He was the one stealing from Mom. Confronting him, I learned the devastating truth: he was drowning in gambling debts and had even borrowed money from Jane, who had also offered to help him get treatment.
I was overwhelmed with betrayal, anger, and guilt for wrongly accusing Jane. I told Kaden to leave, unsure of our future. Seeking comfort, I went to Jane. In tears, I apologized for everything. She forgave me, revealing she had stepped in for my sake, not Kaden’s. Her kindness and unwavering support reminded me of the strength in family, even after everything that had unfolded.
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