My Stepmom Destroyed the Skirt I Made from My Late Dad’s Ties—Karma Knocked on Our Door That Same Night

“Yes, sir. Is something wrong?

Is someone hurt?”

He nodded grimly. “We’re here for Carla. She’s being arrested on multiple charges of insurance fraud and identity theft.

We have a warrant.”

My jaw actually dropped open. I stared at Carla, unable to process what I was hearing.

Carla stammered, her voice high and panicked, “That’s completely ridiculous! You can’t just show up and—”

“Ma’am,” the officer interrupted firmly, “your employer filed the complaint this morning after an internal audit.

We have documented proof that you’ve been filing false medical claims under your late husband’s name and Social Security number for months.”

Her eyes darted to me, wild and desperate. “You! You set this up!

You called them and made up lies!”

“I don’t even know what this is about,” I said honestly. “Why would I set this up?”

“Liar!” she screamed as another officer moved behind her with handcuffs. “You vindictive little brat!”

Neighbors had gathered on their porches now, whispering and pointing.

Another officer stepped inside our house to collect Carla’s purse and phone as evidence.

As they led her down the front steps in handcuffs, she twisted around toward me, her eyes blazing with pure hatred. “You’ll regret this! You’ll be sorry!”

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