lained what part she’d play as we finalized things.

Of course, my feisty teenager was on board, ready to take Karen down and give her a taste of her own medicine! Let me just say that Karen’s screams were worth it.

On Sunday, we woke up early so I could drop Rachel off at Mark’s house and then pretend to leave.

I parked my car out of sight and met up with Jason, who was fully dressed as a policeman.

Jason knocked on their door while I watched things play out from a safe distance.

Karen answered, and Jason launched into his rehearsed speech. “Ma’am, we have an order to confiscate your laptop due to an ongoing investigation.” He flashed some very convincing-looking documents.

Karen’s face drained of color. “What?

No! This has to be a mistake!” she screamed in horror, thinking of all the important information she had on the machine.

“I’m afraid not,” Jason said, stepping inside. “I need you to hand it over now.”

I could hear her panicked voice from where I hid.

“You can’t just take my laptop! I need it! Everything’s on there — my work, my personal files!”

Jason stayed in character, shaking his head.

“Ma’am, I understand this is difficult, but it’s out of my hands.”

She was almost on her knees, begging Jason not to take what she described as “my life!” Sadly, Karen was one of those people who didn’t believe in saving things on the cloud, so she’d have no access to all the crucial information that helped her do her work.

At that moment, Rachel walked in from behind her through the kitchen with her phone in hand, filming everything. She looked Karen straight in the eye and said, “See? It’s unpleasant to part with something important to you.”

Her stepmother’s mouth fell open as realization hit!

She turned red, her eyes darting between Rachel and Jason. “Wait… is this some kind of joke?!”

I stepped inside then, smiling. “No joke.

Just a lesson in empathy.”

Karen’s jaw clenched, and she stammered, “You can’t just—”

“Oh, but I can,” I said, crossing my arms. “Here’s the deal. You’re going to pay Rachel back for the sewing machine, and you’re going to apologize.

If not, we’ll upload this video on social media, showing all your friends how you got in trouble with the law. You’ll be a pariah and might lose your company’s trust.”

Karen looked around as if hoping someone would save her, but Mark had gone on a fishing trip the previous day, and she was at my mercy. She sighed heavily and muttered, “Fine.”

She stormed off to grab her checkbook, her face burning with humiliation.

She scribbled down the amount and shoved the check into Rachel’s hand. “Sorry,” she muttered, avoiding eye contact.

My daughter looked at me, and I nodded. “We’re done here.”

We all left together, leaving Karen behind.

I told the evil stepmother that my daughter was going to stay with me full-time for a while until she was ready to visit them again.

Rachel let out a laugh the moment we got in the car. “Mom, that was amazing!”

“Sweetheart,” I said, squeezing her hand, “nobody messes with my daughter and gets away with it!”

Since then, Rachel hasn’t spent a single weekend at her dad’s house unless she wants to. They meet on neutral ground now, usually at a coffee shop or the park.

As for Karen? She’s been on her best behavior, though I doubt she’ll ever forget that day.

My daughter used the money to buy a brand-new sewing machine, and this time, she’s keeping it right where it belongs — at home, with me.

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