My MIL Mocked Me for Making My Own Wedding

Jack never took sick days—not even when his mother died—so when he stayed home sick one morning, it was strange. But things got even stranger when I opened the front door and saw a life-sized statue of Jack on our porch, white as porcelain and uncannily accurate.

Jack, pale and shaken, dragged it inside without explanation. Later, our son Noah handed me a note found under the statue. It was from a woman named Sally:

“I’m returning the statue I made while believing you loved me. You owe me $10,000… or your wife sees every message.”

I dropped the kids off, cried in a parking lot, and called the first female divorce attorney I could find. At her office, I showed her the note. “This woman sculpted my husband. And now she’s blackmailing him.”

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