I Found 3 Trash Bags in My Brother and SIL’s Basement – What Was Inside Shocked Me

Seven months pregnant, I agreed to house-sit for my brother and his wife while they vacationed. One afternoon, I stumbled across three mysterious trash bags in the basement. What I found inside made me run for my life and haunts me to this day.

“Run, faster, faster, Celina,” a voice screamed in my head as I stumbled through the dense woods behind my brother’s mansion. Seven months pregnant, I gasped for air, one hand clutching my swollen belly, the other pushing away branches that scratched at my face…

A woman running in the woods | Source: Midjourney

A woman running in the woods | Source: Midjourney

The next bus stop was just beyond these trees. How could I have been so blind? So trusting?

I glanced down at my trembling hands, sticky with drying blood. Wiping them on my dress, I whispered, “We’re safe, my baby. We’re safe. Someone will get us home.”

It all started two weeks ago…

I was curled up on the couch, scrolling through my phone when it buzzed with an incoming call. My brother Victor’s name flashed on the screen.

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A smartphone with the screen flashing with an incoming call | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, big bro! What’s up?” I answered, trying to sound cheerful despite the tension that had been building between us lately.

“Celina! How’s my favorite sister?” Victor’s voice boomed through the speaker. “Listen, I’ve got a huge favor to ask. Anne and I are heading out of town for a week. A friend’s wedding plus a little vacation. Any chance you or Paul could house-sit for us?”

Before I could respond, I heard rustling and then my sister-in-law Anne’s voice came on the line.

“Oh, Celina, you’ll love staying here! Don’t worry about a thing, sweetie. The house practically runs itself.”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

I hesitated, thinking about the cold shoulder Anne had been giving me lately.

Our relationship had become increasingly strained over the past year, ever since Paul’s business took off and our financial situation improved dramatically.

Meanwhile, Victor had faced a string of failed ventures, and I could see the toll it was taking on him and Anne.

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Portrait of an upset couple | Source: Midjourney

The last straw seemed to be my pregnancy announcement. While the rest of the family had been overjoyed, Anne’s reaction was lukewarm at best.

She didn’t even bother to show up for the gender reveal party, citing being “too busy” when I called to ask why she’d missed it.

I knew it was a lie. Anne and Victor had been trying for years to conceive, with no success due to some health issues she faced. My easy pregnancy seemed to be salt in her wounds.

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A gender reveal party | Source: Midjourney

There was also the incident last month when Anne hosted a party to celebrate Victor finally landing a big contract. Paul and I weren’t invited, and when I politely confronted her about it later, she brushed it off with a flimsy excuse about “limited space.”

The hurt and confusion I felt then still lingered.

But now, here she was, asking me to house-sit. Was this her way of extending an olive branch? Maybe she was finally ready to move past her jealousy and resentment.

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A woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

Despite my reservations, I found myself wanting to believe that this could be a turning point in our relationship.

“Sure, I’d be happy to,” I said, hope creeping into my voice. “When do you need me?”

“Morning, eight, yeah?”

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

As I hung up, my husband Paul walked in, his brow furrowing as he took in my expression.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

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A concerned man smiling | Source: Midjourney

I explained the situation, watching as concern clouded his features.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked gently. “Things have been tense with Anne lately.”

I sighed, rubbing my belly absently. “I know, but maybe this is her way of trying to patch things up? Besides, it might be nice to get away for a bit before the baby comes.”

Paul didn’t look convinced, his brow furrowing with worry.

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A worried man sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

“I wish I could join you, but I’ve got those crucial client meetings all week,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Are you absolutely sure about this, darling?”

I nodded, trying to project more confidence than I felt. “It’ll be fine, honey. I can handle it.”

Paul didn’t look convinced, but he nodded. “Alright, if you’re sure. Just promise me you’ll be careful, okay?”

I leaned in, kissing him softly. “I promise. I’ll be fine.”

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A pregnant woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

The following morning, I stood outside Victor and Anne’s mansion, waving goodbye to Paul as he drove away after dropping me.

My brother and sister-in-law emerged, suitcases in hand.

“Celina!” Victor swept me into a gentle hug, keeping a distance from my bulging belly. “Thanks again for doing this. We really appreciate it.”

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Silhouette of a woman standing outside a mansion | Source: Midjourney

Anne’s smile seemed forced as she air-kissed my cheek.

“Yes, thank you,” she said, her voice overly sweet. “Everything you need is inside. We’ve got to run to the airport. Have a great week, darling!”

And just like that, they were gone, leaving me alone in the massive house.

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A worried woman in a mansion | Source: Midjourney

I wandered from room to room, feeling oddly out of place.

My phone buzzed with a text from Paul: “Miss you already. Call if you need anything. Love you both. 😘

I smiled, replying quickly before settling onto the couch. As night fell, the house seemed to grow larger and emptier.

The taxidermied animals on the walls seemed to stare back at me, intensifying the feeling that I was being watched.

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A pregnant woman sitting amid an eerie display of taxidermied animals | Source: Midjourney

Three days passed in a blur of Netflix binges and long naps.

On the fourth morning, I decided to be a little productive. After my daily call with Paul, I cleaned the kitchen and headed to the basement to check on the furnace.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my eyes fell on three large garbage bags tucked in a corner.

“Weird,” I muttered. “Anne must’ve forgotten to take these out.”

Three fully-loaded trash bags in a basement | Source: Midjourney

Three fully-loaded trash bags in a basement | Source: Midjourney

I snapped a quick picture, sending it to her with a joking message: “Forgot something? Don’t worry, I’ve got trash duty covered!😉”

Seconds later, my phone exploded with notifications. A text from Anne read: “DON’T TOUCH THEM! SERIOUSLY, GET OUT OF OUR BASEMENT! NOW.”

Before I could process her reaction, she called.

I answered, confused. “Anne? What’s wrong?”

“Celina, listen to me,” she hissed. “Get out of the basement. Now. Don’t look in those bags. Just go upstairs and pretend you never saw them.”

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A woman gaping in shock as she holds her phone | Source: Midjourney

“But—”

“Just Go. Please.”

“Okay, okay,” I said, backing away. “I’m leaving now.”

I hung up, my heart pounding. What could possibly be in those bags that would make Anne react like that?

Despite every instinct screaming at me to run, curiosity won out.

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An alarmed pregnant woman standing against the backdrop of trash bags in a basement | Source: Midjourney

I approached the nearest bag, my hands shaking as I untied the knot.

As I pulled it open, the bag tore and the contents spilled out onto the floor. The moment my eyes registered what lay before me, my blood turned to ice in my veins.

Ritual tools. Decayed chicken bones and feathers. And voodoo dolls. Dozens of crude, handmade dolls, each bearing a photo of MY FACE. Many were stained with a dark, reddish-brown substance and reeked of rot. The stench of decay filled the air, making my stomach churn.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, stumbling backward. “Oh my God, oh my God. This can’t be—”

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A voodoo doll with a woman’s picture on it | Source: Midjourney

I fumbled for my phone, dialing Paul with trembling fingers.

“Baby,” I choked out when he answered. “I need you to come get me. Now.”

“Celina, breathe,” Paul’s voice crackled through the speaker. “What happened?”

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A terrified woman gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

I tried to explain between gasps, my words tumbling out in a panicked jumble.

“Bags in the basement… voodoo dolls with my face… blood… Paul, I think Anne’s been trying to curse our baby!”

“Jesus Christ,” Paul muttered. “Okay, listen to me. Get out of that house right now. Don’t wait for me, just go to the bus stop on the main road. I’m on my way.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I raced up the stairs, pausing only to grab my purse before bolting out the front door. The woods behind the house offered a shortcut to the road, and I plunged in without hesitation.

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A frightened woman running in the woods | Source: Midjourney

Branches whipped at my face as I ran, my pregnant belly making it hard to maneuver. I could hear my ragged breathing, punctuated by the snapping of twigs beneath my feet.

Finally, I burst out onto the road, the bus stop just a few yards away. I collapsed onto the bench, gulping in air, my hands and clothes smeared with dirt and blood from my frantic flight through the woods.

Paul’s car screeched to a halt in front of me minutes later. He leapt out, rushing to my side. “Celina! Are you okay? The baby?”

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A startled man gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

I nodded weakly, allowing him to help me into the car. As we sped away, I recounted everything I’d seen in a shaky voice.

Paul’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. “I knew we shouldn’t have trusted them,” he muttered. “Especially not Anne. The way she’s been acting lately…”

“I can’t believe she’d do this,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “My own sister-in-law… how could she hate me this much?”

Paul reached over, squeezing my hand. “We’ll figure this out, I promise. For now, let’s just get you home and safe.”

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A shocked woman holding her face | Source: Midjourney

The next few days passed in a haze of fear and disbelief.

Anne called repeatedly, but Paul insisted I shouldn’t speak to her until Victor returned. When they finally got back from their trip, I steeled myself for the confrontation.

We met at a neutral location, a quiet café downtown. Victor looked confused and concerned as I recounted what I’d found, while Anne’s face cycled through shock, anger, and finally, defeat.

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A shocked young man | Source: Midjourney

“Is this true?” Victor demanded, turning to his wife. “Have you been… what, practicing witchcraft against my sister?”

Anne’s shoulders slumped. “I… I was jealous,” she whispered. “Your sister got everything so easily… the perfect husband, the thriving business, the baby. I just wanted what she had.”

Victor recoiled in horror. “This is insane, Anne. You need help.”

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An alarmed woman looking at a man | Source: Midjourney

“I’m so sorry,” Anne sobbed, reaching for my hand. I pulled away, shaking my head.

“Sorry isn’t enough. You tried to hurt my baby. I can never forgive that.”

In the weeks that followed, our family splintered. Victor filed for divorce, unable to reconcile with Anne’s actions. My parents were devastated, torn between their children and the shocking betrayal.

As for me, I struggled to shake off the fear and paranoia that had taken root. Every unexplained noise, every twinge in my belly sent me into a panic.

Paul was my rock, holding me through tearful nights and accompanying me to every doctor’s appointment to ensure our baby was healthy.

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A sad woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

Slowly, life began to normalize. But as I sat in our nursery, folding tiny onesies and dreaming of the future, I couldn’t help but feel a lingering sense of unease.

My phone buzzed with a text from a friend: “How are you holding up?”

I typed out a response, trying to put my jumbled thoughts into words: “Still processing everything. It’s hard to believe someone so close could betray us like that. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: don’t blindly trust someone just because you know them. Terror can strike from unexpected places, even from those closest to you. Stay safe out there.🙏🏻

I set down my phone, resting a hand on my belly. Our daughter kicked, strong and healthy despite everything. “We’re okay, little one,” I whispered. “We always will be.”

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A woman holding her baby bump | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Disguised as a Cleaner, a Journalist Faces the Unexpected When a Millionaire Recognizes Her Pendant – Story of the Day

Laura believed that her writing could change the world. But reality turned out differently, and her boss pushed her to dig up dirt on famous people. Desperate to save her job, she disguises herself as a cleaner to get compromising details on a millionaire. However, she uncovers a life-changing truth in the process.

The office hummed with the familiar sounds of keyboards clicking, phones ringing, and the occasional burst of laughter from a distant corner.

Laura sat at her desk, papers scattered around her, but her focus was elsewhere.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Reggie, the editor-in-chief, stepped out of his office.

His eyes scanned the room until they landed on her. He looked tired—more tired than usual—and his face carried the weight of disappointment.

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“Laura… come to my office for a minute,” he said. His tone was calm but firm. He held the door open, waiting for her to follow.

Taking a deep breath, Laura rose from her chair and walked toward Reggie’s office, each step feeling heavier than the last.

“Sit down,” Reggie said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk.

“Reggie, I was just about to tell you about a new article I’m working on,” she began, trying to sound upbeat. “It’s about the chemical pollution in a nearby lake—”

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“That’s exactly what I wanted to discuss with you,” Reggie cut in, sighing as he sank into his chair. He folded his hands and looked directly at her.

“Laura, pollution in forests, lakes, the extinction of… what are they called again?”

“California condors,” Laura said, her tone sharp.

“Condors, yes.” He nodded.

“People don’t care about this stuff, Laura. They don’t read it. And it’s not just my opinion—the data backs it up.”

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Laura’s brow furrowed. “But people should care, Reggie! This isn’t just about nature; it affects our health, our communities—everything!”

Reggie leaned forward, his voice hardening.

“It doesn’t bring in money. We all need to eat. Salaries need to be paid, and I can’t pay someone who isn’t generating revenue.”

Reggie softened his tone, removing his glasses and rubbing his temples.

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“I like you, Laura. You’re talented, and you care about your work. That’s why I’m trying to help you.”

“How?”

Reggie slid a photograph across the desk. It showed an elderly man with a stern expression.

“This is Mr. Weiss,” Reggie said. “You know who he is, don’t you?”

“A wealthy man,” Laura murmured, studying the image.

“The wealthiest man in the city,” Reggie corrected.

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“Rumor has it he’s been spending tens of thousands on private investigators. Years of it.”

“And?” Laura asked, confused. “It’s his money. Why does that matter?”

“Why would an old man need private investigators?” Reggie leaned back, a sly smile forming.

“Mistresses, scandals, maybe even crimes. Find anything—and I mean anything—about his expenditures, and spin it into a story. This could be the article that saves your career.”

Laura hesitated. “And if I can’t?”

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Reggie’s smile faded. “Then I’d recommend you start looking for another job.”

The cold air nipped at Laura’s cheeks as she stood in front of the grand estate, its towering gates and sprawling lawn exuding wealth and history.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and rang the doorbell.

The heavy wooden door creaked open slowly, revealing an elderly man. His figure was slightly hunched, his face marked by deep lines of exhaustion.

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Dark circles framed his eyes, and his scruffy beard looked like it hadn’t been groomed in days.

“Good morning, Mr. Weiss,” Laura said with a polite smile that she hoped masked her nerves.

“My name is Laura. We spoke on the phone about the cleaning position.”

“Good morning,” Mr. Weiss replied, his voice quiet and tinged with weariness. “Come in. Forgive the mess; there’s plenty of work to keep you busy.”

Laura stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the space.

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A thick layer of dust covered the once-pristine surfaces, cobwebs adorned the corners, and books and papers were scattered haphazardly across the rooms.

“As you can see,” Mr. Weiss continued, “I really need the help. Start wherever you’d like. I’ll be in my study.”

With that, he turned and shuffled away, closing the study door behind him.

“Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Weiss,” Laura called after him, but he didn’t respond.

Through the brief crack before the door shut, Laura glimpsed his desk. It was cluttered with papers, photographs, and what looked like old receipts.

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Her heart raced—this could be where the secrets were buried.

Laura spent the next hour cleaning the house, her movements mechanical as her mind churned with plans.

Finally, she approached the study door and knocked softly. “Mr. Weiss, I’m coming in to clean—”

“No!” His voice was startlingly sharp as the door opened just enough for him to peer out.

“The study doesn’t need cleaning. Thank you for your work today. If you’ve finished the other rooms, you’re free to leave.”

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“There are still a couple of rooms left,” Laura replied, feigning disappointment, but her mind was already racing.

The study was off-limits, and she was more determined than ever to find out why.

Laura crouched near the sofa, her heart racing.

She glanced toward the study door, still closed, as her mind raced through the plan one more time.

It wasn’t elegant, but it might work. Taking a deep breath, she screamed, her voice sharp and filled with faux terror.

“Aaaaah! Mr. Weiss! Help!”

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The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. Moments later, Mr. Weiss appeared, his face a mask of alarm.

“What happened?” he demanded, clutching the edge of the doorway.

“There’s a rat!” Laura cried, pointing under the couch with a trembling hand. “It just ran under there! Please, I can’t stand rats—they terrify me!”

“A rat?” Mr. Weiss frowned, his brow furrowing.

“That’s impossible.” He grabbed a broom leaning against the wall and knelt to peer under the couch.

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“Where? I don’t see anything. Did it run out?” he asked, poking around with the broom handle.

“I… I don’t know!” Laura stammered, backing toward the hallway. “Just keep looking. I’ll hide in the kitchen!”

Mr. Weiss grumbled but continued his search, muttering to himself about how unlikely it was.

As soon as he was fully distracted, Laura moved quickly. She slipped into his study, closing the door as quietly as possible.

The room was dim, illuminated only by a small desk lamp. Papers were strewn across the desk—receipts, handwritten notes, and photographs.

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Laura’s journalist instincts kicked in as she pulled a small camera from her pocket and took pictures.

Her hands trembled as she worked quickly, her breath shallow.

Then she saw it. Among the scattered documents was a detailed sketch of a medallion.

She froze, her pulse hammering in her ears.

Reaching for her necklace, she pulled the small pendant from under her blouse and held it next to the sketch. They were identical.

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“Laura.”

The low, heavy voice sent a chill down her spine. She turned to see Mr. Weiss standing in the doorway, his face shadowed.

“I told you not to come in here,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and pain.

Her hand instinctively clutched the pendant. Mr. Weiss’s eyes widened as he stepped closer, his gaze fixed on the pendant.

“Where did you get that pendant?” he asked, his voice trembling. He reached out, his hand shaking as he touched the necklace.

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“Tell me! Where?”

“It was my mother’s,” Laura snapped, pulling back.

“Your mother…” Mr. Weiss whispered, his face pale. “Was her name Dora?”

Laura’s breath caught. “Yes. How do you know that?”

Mr. Weiss’s knees buckled, and he sank to the floor. Tears welled in his eyes as his voice broke.

“Dora… my sweet Dora. She had a daughter…” He looked up at Laura, his expression filled with anguish. “Forgive me. Please forgive me.”

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Laura staggered back, her hand gripping the desk for support. “You knew my mother?”

“I’m your father,” Mr. Weiss said, his voice raw with emotion.

The words hit her like a blow. “You left her!” she cried, tears streaming down her face.

“You abandoned her—and me! She struggled every day because of you!”

“I know,” he said, his voice barely audible.

“I was a coward. I was afraid of responsibility, afraid of being a father. I’ve regretted it every day. I tried to find her, but she cut all ties. Tell me—where is she now?”

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“She’s gone,” Laura spat bitterly.

“She died ten years ago. She got sick, and it’s your fault. She fought so hard to survive, but she was alone because you weren’t there.”

Mr. Weiss crumpled, his body wracked with sobs.

“I never stopped looking. I never stopped loving her. I’m so sorry, Laura. I’m so sorry.”

Laura stared at him, her chest heaving with anger and pain. She shook her head, grabbing her bag.

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“I can’t do this,” she said, her voice trembling as she turned and fled the room.

The sound of his sobs followed her as she ran through the grand house and out into the cold night.

Later, Laura sat in the newsroom, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.

The photographs lay beside her, their edges curling slightly under the pressure of her hand.

On her screen, the half-written article glared back at her. This story would blow up—it would ruin Mr. Weiss’s name, tarnish his legacy, and save her job.

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But as she stared at the photos, her chest tightened. Anger and doubt battled in her mind.

Could she really destroy him after everything she had learned? He wasn’t just a stranger anymore. He was her father.

Summoning her courage, Laura stood and walked into Reggie’s office. Her breath felt heavier with each step.

“Reggie, can I come in?”

“Of course,” Reggie said, leaning forward with anticipation. “Please tell me you’ve got something good.”

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Laura placed a photograph on his desk. “The article is ready. I can send it over now.”

Reggie’s eyes gleamed as he examined the picture. “This is perfect, Laura! A millionaire’s dirty secrets—this is going to be huge!”

Laura’s hands trembled. Reggie’s words felt like nails on a chalkboard.

“No,” she said suddenly, grabbing the photo back. Without thinking, she ripped it into shreds and tossed them into the air.

“What are you doing?” Reggie roared, his face turning red.

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“I won’t ruin his life. If that’s what this job takes, I don’t want it,” Laura said, her voice steady.

“You’re fired!” he shouted.

Laura walked out, her head held high. She had lost her job, but she had found something far more valuable—her integrity.

And for the first time in years, she had a family worth fighting for.

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