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The Mystery of Betrayal

Brenda is shocked when her late son’s wife denies knowing her and is stunned when she visits her son’s grave and sees her daughter-in-law’s headstone nearby. Determined to get answers, she turns to her son’s best friend, but his suspicious behavior leads Brenda to solve the mystery herself.

Christopher, only 27 years old when he died in a tragic accident, left his mother, Brenda, to face an overwhelming grief. After a year in a clinic, Brenda traveled hundreds of miles to visit his grave. The weight of her grief was immeasurable as she stepped off the metro in the city where her son had lived and died.

Heading toward the cemetery, Brenda noticed a familiar face in the crowd: her widowed daughter-in-law, Harper. She had planned to meet Harper after visiting the cemetery, so she hurried to catch up with her. “Harper! Wait!” Brenda called, tapping the woman on the shoulder.

The young woman spun around and coldly replied, “I’m not Harper. You’ve got me wrong, lady.” Brenda watched in confusion as Harper—who had the same eyes, hair color, and voice—disappeared into the crowd.

Feeling uneasy, Brenda continued to the cemetery. The emotions overwhelmed her when she reached Christopher’s grave. But her shock deepened when her eyes fell on the neighboring headstone. The epitaph read:

In Loving Memory of Harper S.
January 8, 1995 – December 3, 2020
Forever cherished, Forever missed. Rest in peace.

Brenda couldn’t believe what she saw. “Harper died last week? And no one told me?” she gasped. A chilling thought crossed her mind: If Harper is dead, then who was the woman at the subway station?

She approached the cemetery’s groundskeeper and asked about Harper’s funeral. The man, who was smoking a cigarette, replied, “It was strange… there were no mourners. Just the funeral service employees. They brought the coffin, buried it, and left. No proper funeral.”

Brenda was perplexed. No one had visited Harper’s grave since her death.

Determined to get to the bottom of this, Brenda visited Jake, her son’s best friend and business partner. Jake was startled to see her but invited her inside. His unease was palpable, and Brenda noticed luggage scattered across the living room.

“I’m leaving the state, Mrs. Sutton. After Chris passed, the company went bankrupt, and I need to get away from all the chaos,” Jake said, avoiding her gaze.

Brenda demanded answers about Harper. “I saw Harper’s grave next to Chris’s. Why wasn’t I told about her death? What happened?”

Jake hesitated before admitting, “Harper inherited the company, but she didn’t want to manage it. So, I took over. The company struggled, and Harper suggested we take out loans to revive it. But she disappeared after withdrawing five million dollars.”

“Harper stole the money?” Brenda exclaimed. “And she’s dead?”

“Yes,” Jake confirmed. “She crashed her car into a cliff, and the police found her burned body. They ruled it an accident.”

Brenda was stunned. But something didn’t sit right. If Harper was dead, why hadn’t anyone attended her funeral? And why was Jake acting so oddly?

Brenda asked Jake about his travel plans, and when he said his flight was at 6 a.m., she asked to stay the night. Her suspicions were growing, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that Jake knew more than he was letting on.

That night, while Jake slept, Brenda searched his luggage. She found two fake passports—one with Harper’s photo under a different name, and one with Jake’s photo under yet another false identity. The passports were accompanied by flight tickets to London.

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Brenda realized that Jake and Harper, who was really using the name “Sarah,” were planning to flee with the stolen money. Desperate to find out more, Brenda spiked Jake’s orange juice with sleeping pills and waited.

Around 5:30 a.m., Brenda heard Jake’s phone ring. The caller ID showed “Sarah.” As Brenda hid behind the door, the message on Jake’s phone made her stomach turn: “How could you oversleep, idiot? We’re flying to London today. I’m getting a taxi now. Come on… I’m waiting for you, Harper!

Brenda couldn’t believe her eyes when the woman who claimed to be dead entered the house. With a vengeful grin, Brenda confronted Harper and knocked her out with a vase. The police arrived shortly after, and Brenda explained everything she had uncovered.

Jake and Harper were arrested, and during their interrogation, Harper confessed to the crime. She revealed that she and Jake had staged her death by bribing a morgue worker to steal a homeless woman’s body. They set the car on fire to make it look like an accident and stole the company’s money.

With the truth out, Brenda could finally put her grief to rest. Harper’s betrayal was devastating, but the mystery had been solved.

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