When Mia’s stepmother, Trudy, plans an elaborate party for her 45th birthday, Mia has no choice but to do as she is told, including being a hidden helper throughout the festivities. But lucky for Mia, karma seems to be on her side, ready to teach Trudy a lesson.
Grab some popcorn, folks, because this story is one of those moments when the universe steps in and delivers a cosmic smackdown right when you least expect it.
Let me introduce you to the key players of the story:
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I’m Mia. I’m sixteen years old and stuck in a suburban home with my dad and stepmom, Trudy. Trudy’s been around for about two years, and, oh boy, does she have the “wicked stepmother” act down perfectly.
If you looked up “entitled” in the dictionary, I’m pretty sure you’d find her picture staring back at you.
Life with her has felt like living inside a bad reality show, but no one is filming, and definitely not paying me for my trouble.
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Dad stays out of the way as much as he can. He’s the “happy wife, happy life” type of man, except that Trudy’s never really happy. She’s the type who expects the world to fall at her feet and cater to her every whim.
Now, let’s talk about last Saturday, the day of Trudy’s birthday party. It was so over-the-top that, honestly, it could have been a wedding reception.
It was her 45th birthday, and Trudy was trying to hold on to her youth in any way she could. In the week leading up to the party, she strutted around the house like some kind of queen.
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“You’d better get me something special this year, Mia,” she said when she came into the kitchen as I was cutting up fruit for my morning smoothie. “A dishwasher would be nice. After all, I’ve done a lot for you.”
Yeah, sure. Good old Trudy. She’s done a lot for me… if you count bossing me around like I’m some sort of Cinderella knockoff.
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“Uh, Trudy,” I said, adding yogurt to the blender, “I’m kind of saving for my prom dress.”
I already knew where this conversation was going.
Her face twisted into this weird look, like she couldn’t believe I just said that.
“Your prom dress?” she scoffed. “Mia, that’s ridiculous! You can just buy something from one of the clothing stores. Something cheap. A dishwasher is much more practical. I don’t want to hear any more excuses.”
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Excuses? I was floored. This woman really expected me to drop all my savings on an appliance just because she “deserved” it. Like, where’s my fairy godmother when I need her?
And anyway, Trudy was the one who convinced my dad that I was too young to get an after-school or weekend job.
“Mia can only babysit kids on this street,” Trudy told my dad one night at dinner. “She’ll be safe and only a few houses away from home. And anyway, it’s not like she needs that much money.”
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So, all my prom dress savings? They were from babysitting jobs that I had taken over the past year.
They wouldn’t even cover a tiny dishwasher, let alone the dress I wanted. But I was determined to still find something that I loved.
Fast forward to the day of Trudy’s 45th birthday. The house was buzzing with caterers, an event planner ran around with a clipboard, and enough floral arrangements to rival a garden center.
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Meanwhile, I was in the background, wiping down mirrors, setting up drink stations, and generally trying to avoid all eye contact.
“Jeez,” I said to myself, “are the Royal Family coming over?”
I set up the gin station and tried to leave for my room, hoping that I would make myself presentable before Trudy’s posse of friends showed up.
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As soon as the guests arrived, Trudy transformed into some kind of celebrity. She walked around, tossing fake smiles and soaking up compliments like she was at the Oscars or something.
“Mia! Can you refill the drinks? My guests are thirsty!” she barked from the marquee outside.
Of course, I had no choice but to do so. I couldn’t say no. Not with so many people around. Trudy would probably implode.
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I did as I was told, floating around like the invisible Cinderella. I was counting down the minutes until we lit the candles on the elaborate cake and the whole day would just dwindle into nothing.
I hid away for a few moments, finally able to get my hands on some food. At least Trudy loved her food, and she had told the caterers that she wanted elaborate meals.
“You’re hiding here, kiddo?” my dad chuckled when he caught me eating a portion of lobster mac and cheese.
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“I’m starving, Dad,” I said, eating another forkful of food. “And everyone is eating anyway.”
“Take some time off, Mimi,” he said. “Eat. I’ll bring you one of those fancy milkshakes from the milkshake station.”
Soon after, it was time for the cake. My dad lit the candles while Trudy beamed like a Cheshire cat and did a little dance.
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Everyone sang for her at the top of their voices, and Trudy blew out the candles. As the party was winding down, she clinked her fork against her wine glass and fixed me with that awful, expectant glare of hers.
“Mia, since you didn’t bother to buy me a dishwasher for my birthday, the least you could do is wash all these dishes. It’s only fair.”
I stood there, stunned for a second. Everyone went quiet. Twenty pairs of eyes stared at me like I was the villain in this scenario.
She really said it. Out loud. In front of all her friends.
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“You didn’t get your mom a birthday present?” one of Trudy’s friends, Alexis, said. “That’s just… rude. And sad.”
My throat tightened, but I managed to keep my voice calm.
“Trudy, I told you, I didn’t have the money. Especially for a dishwasher. I’ve been saving for prom.”
She waved her hand like I was talking nonsense.
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“Just wash the dishes, Mia,” she said. “Do something useful for once.”
I could have screamed. But instead, I swallowed my pride and nodded.
“Fine. I’ll get changed and started on them,” I said.
I spent the next hour elbow-deep in soapy water, scrubbing until my fingers went numb. I wanted to cry, but instead, I just scrubbed harder, imagining the day I’d finally escape this madhouse.
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By the time I finished, the party was over, and Trudy’s friends were long gone. I dragged myself to bed, emotionally drained.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Trudy’s shriek coming from the kitchen. I thought maybe one of her fancy new gadgets broke. She had just bought herself a lavish new coffee machine that looked like it belonged in a coffee shop.
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But when I walked into the kitchen, I found her standing in the middle of a disaster zone.
The kitchen was trashed.
The smell of burnt plastic filled the air, and the floor was flooded.
“Mia!” she screamed when she saw me. “Look at what happened!”
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I blinked, still half-asleep.
“What… what is going on?”
“The pipes!” she shrieked, flailing her arms. “Oh, my kitchen is ruined! This is going to cost a fortune to fix!”
“But everything was fine last night when I went to bed. What happened here?”
My dad stuck his head into the kitchen.
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“Trudy, did you really drop all the meat oils into the sink last night?” my dad asked.
“I did!” she said. “I didn’t know where else to throw it out. And the caterers left without taking it. But I did throw some drain cleaner down the sink, too.”
“Oh, Trudy! You’re not supposed to do that! Now look! You messed this up! I told you to just pour out a kettle of boiling water.”
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My first instinct was to laugh. I know I shouldn’t have, but come on. After everything? Didn’t it just seem like karma played a part in this, too?
While Trudy was losing her mind, I couldn’t help but feel a tiny smirk tugging at my lips. I didn’t say a word.
For the next week, the kitchen was completely out of commission. My dad, bless his heart, tried to soothe her, but the damage was done. The cost of the repairs was so high that Dad announced that they’d have to cut back on expenses.
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“Except for Mia,” he said. “I have $500 for her prom dress.”
“You can’t be serious, David!” Trudy hissed. “You want me to pay for the new kitchen tiles, but you can spoil Mia?”
“You spoiled yourself for your party. I can spoil my child for her prom.”
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And that was how Trudy learned not to cross my dad. But she did change her tune a bit. She allowed me to get my part-time job, and she tried to actually mend things with me.
“I’ll come with you when you go looking for your dress, Mia,” she said.
Do you think it will last?
My Boss Humiliated Me at a Staff Meeting Because of My Pregnancy – His Smile Faded When a Woman Holding a Baby Walked In
Elena thought her life couldn’t get more complicated after her fiancé vanished upon learning she was pregnant. But when her boss humiliates her during a staff meeting, the truth about her child’s father comes crashing into the spotlight…
Three months ago, my life fell apart. I’m not even kidding.
I was 27, engaged to a man I thought I’d spend forever with, and blissfully unaware of how quickly dreams could shatter.
A woman sitting by a window | Source: Midjourney
The day I told Ethan I was pregnant, I’ll never forget how his face froze.
“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice low and sharp.
I nodded, trying to smile through my nerves.
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“We’re going to be parents…”
Instead of the joy I’d hoped for, he muttered something about needing time to think. And then he walked out the door.
Oh, and he never came back.
I didn’t tell anyone. Not my family, not my coworkers, nobody.
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How could I?
My father was a powerful man, and he owned the company where I worked, with my sister Rebecca running another branch. She was married to Adam, my boss.
Everyone had high expectations for me, and my pregnancy. But the truth about the father felt like a ticking time bomb. I couldn’t risk it. So, I left my parents’ house and moved out on my own, hoping to hide the truth for as long as I could.
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My father had given Rebecca and Adam control of his businesses, so he was more than happy to take my mother on lavish trips or spend his days playing golf.
But secrets have a way of surfacing, don’t they?
And today, mine became the punchline of a cruel joke.
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I was standing in the middle of the conference room during an all-staff meeting when Adam, my boss, and brother-in-law, decided to turn my pregnancy into office entertainment.
“So, Elena,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “I hear congratulations are in order. You’re pregnant, huh? Guess you’re finally settling down! Very good, very good.”
A few people chuckled nervously. I felt heat rising to my face as every eye in the room turned to me.
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“Guess now you probably have to find the dad, huh?” he added, slapping the table like he’d just made the biggest joke.
The laughter died quickly, but Adam wasn’t done.
“But even if you don’t, you don’t really have to worry, right? Single moms get decent benefits, right? Maybe I should give you a thousand-dollar raise a year! What do you think, folks?”
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The room went silent. My chest felt tight as I clenched my fists, willing myself not to cry. Where had this version of Adam come from? He hadn’t been like this with me before. He used to be… different.
“The father of this baby told me that he loved me more than life itself,” I said, my voice trembling. “But as soon as he found out, he ran.”
Adam’s smirk widened.
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“Ah, men. Typical, huh?”
I was seconds away from walking out when the double doors to the office burst open.
A young woman holding a baby strode in, tears streaming down her face. There was no way that she was older than twenty-two or twenty-three, but despite her tears and trembling hands, she stood tall.
Behind her came Rebecca, and my father.
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I moved my coat so that it hung tighter around my waist. I wasn’t really showing yet, but I had no choice but to tell Adam about the baby. He was my boss after all…
“No one leave,” my father said, his voice sharp and commanding. “You all need to see and hear this conversation.”
Adam’s smug grin vanished instantly.
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“Rebecca,” he stammered, his tone now meek. “What’s going on?”
“What’s going on, Adam,” Rebecca said, her voice icy. “Is that your horrible lies are finally catching up to you.”
I glanced at the woman with the baby, and my stomach twisted as recognition set in.
“Lila?” I whispered.
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Lila was Rebecca’s former assistant. I’d met her a few times in the office and once at a family dinner. She had seemed quiet, almost shy and timid, but now she looked like someone who had been pushed to her breaking point.
Rebecca’s gaze turned to me, her expression unreadable.
“I know why Lila left her job. Just like I know why you left Mom and Dad’s house, Elena. Did you think that I wouldn’t find out? Did you think I’d believe that Ethan…”
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My mouth went dry, and I thought I was going to pass out.
“I found your diary, Elena. When you left, you didn’t pack properly. But that’s nothing new when you had people doing everything for you. You left your diary right there, on your bedside. Adam is the father of your baby, isn’t he?”
Gasps rippled through the room. My knees felt weak.
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But still, Rebecca wasn’t finished.
“And,” she continued, her voice trembling with anger. “Adam is the father of her baby too.”
She pointed at Lila, who stepped forward, holding the baby closer to her chest.
Adam’s face turned a sickly shade of gray.
“Rebecca… I… I can explain!”
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“Don’t,” she snapped. “You’ve lied to me for years. You’ve humiliated me, betrayed me, and destroyed my trust. We’re done, Adam. You’re dead to me.”
My father stepped forward then, his expression cold and menacing.
“I’ve heard enough of this nonsense,” he said. “Adam, you’re fired. Effective immediately. Pack your things and leave.”
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Adam opened his mouth to protest, but my father cut him off.
“And,” he added. “You’ll be paying child support for both of these children. I’ll make damn sure of it.”
The office emptied quickly after that, whispers trailing behind the stunned employees.
I stayed behind, unsure of what to do or say, until my father approached me.
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“Elena,” he said softly, his voice losing its sharp edge. “Why didn’t you come to me?”
Tears welled in my eyes as I looked down at the floor.
“I didn’t want to ruin Rebecca’s life,” I admitted. “And I was afraid of how you’d look at me if you knew the truth.”
He sighed, shaking his head.
A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney
“This isn’t your fault, baby girl,” he said. “Adam manipulated you, just like he manipulated everyone else. You’re my daughter, Elena, and I’ll always support you.”
I didn’t know what to say. Or do. Or feel.
Rebecca approached then, her face red but her eyes resolute. For a moment, I thought she might slap me or pull my hair. Instead, she pulled me into a hug.
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“I’m furious, El,” she said, her voice trembling. “But not at you. Adam’s the one who destroyed our marriage, not you. We’ll figure this out together.”
Her words broke something in me, and I finally let the tears fall.
“Bec, it was a mistake. It was just one drunken night at the Christmas party, and if I’m being really honest with you… I didn’t know what happened. Or how. I tried to spin it off as Ethan’s baby, and he ran.”
A woman wearing a red dress | Source: Midjourney
“I’m here for you,” she said. “I’m going to take this man for everything he’s worth. And then, we’ll raise your baby together. If you want… I mean.”
A week later, my phone rang.
“Elena,” my father said on the other end. “I need someone I can trust to step into Adam’s role. You’ve been with the company for five years, and you know the team better than anyone. You’re done with your studies now. Will you take over s interim director? At least until the baby is born?”
A man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
My breath caught.
Was my father really accepting this? Was he going to truly support me? Support us?
“Are you sure, Dad?” I asked.
“Completely,” he replied. “I trust you, darling. But take some time to think about it. Just remember that I’ll need an answer soon.”
A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
The answer, of course, was yes.
It hadn’t been easy stepping into Adam’s shoes, but every day I walked into that office, I held my head a little higher. And do you know what’s the best part?
My child will grow up knowing their mother didn’t back down, even when the odds were stacked against her.
And her family truly came through for her.
A woman sitting in an office | Source: Midjourney
As for Adam?
He’s history. Both in the office and in our lives.
And Rebecca? We’re rebuilding our relationship, slowly but surely. She’ll never forgive Adam, but she’s learning to forgive me.
A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
Life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan, but sometimes, when the dust settles, you realize you’re stronger than you ever imagined.
As for Ethan, who knows what happened to him? I don’t. Anyway, my baby is on the way soon, and I’m going to embrace motherhood as a single parent who loves her baby unconditionally.
A pregnant woman holding her stomach | 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.
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