My MIL Kept ‘Accidentally’ Throwing Away the Food I Cooked – Until My Little Son Taught Her a Harsh Lesson

I stopped reacting.

Just nodded, ordered takeout, and pretended it didn’t matter.

But Noah was watching her now. He’d study her when she came over. Follow her movements around the kitchen.

I’d catch him staring at the fridge after she left, like he was taking inventory of what had vanished.

“Mom, where’d the chicken go?”

“Again?”

“Again.”

He’d frown, writing something in a notebook he’d started carrying around. When I asked what he was doing, he said, “Just homework, Mom.” But it wasn’t homework.

The following Saturday was Ethan’s birthday. Ivy called that morning to announce she’d handle everything.

“I’ll bring the food.

Set up the table. Decorate. You just relax, honey.”

Translation: She’d be in control.

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