I thought lending my car to my daughter-in-law, Layla, would help heal our rocky relationship. Instead, she returned it covered in scratches, filthy inside, and reeking of something foul. When I confronted her, she lied to my face—and Toby took her side. I was stunned, heartbroken, and furious, but I stayed quiet.
She needed a wake-up call, and I was done being the silent vi*tim.
That night, I came up with a plan. I bought animal attractant spray from a local pet shop and drove to their house. While they slept, I coated their yard, porch, and driveway with it. Then I left, satisfied and eager to see what would happen next. If she wanted to treat me like a fool, she’d soon see how sharp I could be.
By morning, my phone rang—Toby was frantic. “The yard stinks, wild animals wrecked everything!” he shouted. I played innocent, but I knew Layla understood exactly what happened. That wasn’t just bad luck. That was payback. And she wouldn’t forget it. Let’s just say nature gave her a taste of her own mess.
Since then, she’s stayed polite, and Toby calls me regularly, like he used to. No more snide remarks, no more disrespect. I didn’t need to yell—I just needed to remind them who they were dealing with. Sometimes, the quietest rev*nge is the loudest lesson. And I finally felt like I had my son—and my dignity—back.
