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my hands.”
My Mother-in-Law Kept Sneaking Into Our Bedroom and Searching My Underwear Drawer—So I Set a Trap That Left Her Too Humiliated to Ever Come Back
I smiled. “Of course.”
Three minutes later, she screamed my name.
Austin bolted upstairs. I followed slowly. In our bedroom, Kathryn stood red‑faced and furious, holding the binder open in both hands.
“How dare you keep records of me?” she shouted.
“How dare you search my bedroom?” I said.
