me “Mom,” with tears in her eyes that I now realize were completely false.
She told me she had always dreamed of having a mother-in-law like me, loving and generous. How foolish I was to believe her, to let myself be wrapped up in those sweet words that hid such dark intentions.
After the wedding, things began to change subtly. Robert started visiting me less frequently. When he came, he always brought Sarah, and she dominated every conversation. She talked constantly about money, investments, property. She asked questions that at the time seemed innocent to me—about my bank accounts, my savings, my plans for the future.
I answered honestly because I never imagined I was being evaluated, studied, prepared to be stripped of everything I had.
Six months ago, Robert suggested something that I now see was the beginning of the final plan.
“Mom, you should put me as power