I Married into a ‘Perfect’ Family – at My MIL’s 60th Birthday Dinner, My Husband’s Aunt Hugged Me and Whispered, ‘You Have No Idea What They Did to the Last One’

Three months after the wedding, it was her 60th birthday, and the house was packed.

After dinner, I slipped off to the bathroom. On my way back, I ran into a short, sharp woman in the hallway.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said, pulling me into a hug.

“I’m Dolores. Sorry, I missed your wedding.”

Before I could answer, she leaned in, lips right by my ear, and whispered, “You have no idea what they did to the last one.”

My whole body went cold.

Dolores was still smiling, but her eyes weren’t.

“The last wife. She didn’t disappear.

She left.” Her fingers tightened on my arm. “But not before they turned her into a version of herself she didn’t recognize.”

I let out a weak little laugh. “That’s… dramatic.”

Dolores glanced toward the dining room.

Andrew’s mom was laughing, hand on Andrew’s arm like he was an accessory.

“They adored her at first,” she said. “Called her ‘sweetheart.’ Said she was perfect for Andrew.”

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