Ex-MIL Sent a Birthday Gift—What I Found Inside Made Me Flee in Terror!

My Ex-MIL Sent Me a Huge Gift Box for My Birthday — When I Opened It, I Ran Out of My House in Horror

Serena meets someone who gives her support after she ultimately files for divorce, shedding the burden of her marriage. However, Serena’s ex-mother-in-law has different ideas and desires for Serena to return to Ryan. After getting impatient with Serena, Helen finally sends her a present box that Serena won’t soon forget.

Though I always expected turning thirty-four to be a little strange, I wasn’t prepared for it to be this strange.

In just the last year, a lot of changes had occurred in my life. The divorce from Ryan came first. We had been married for six years, during which we had welcomed two children, Jacob and Chloe. As we navigated our lives together, the first few years were amazing, but as time went on, things became heavy.

It felt like a deadweight to be married to Ryan and go through life together. That man lacked initiative. He was unambitious and, while I was balancing work and raising our children, he drank most of his alcohol outside or at bars with his buddies.

I told myself one day, “Enough is enough,” when I woke up and saw around 10 beer cans all over the coffee table.

But not until I discovered that he was having an affair with the young, new bartender at the establishment he frequently visited.

He said, “I can explain, Serena!” when I initially brought it up. It isn’t what you believe it to be. Mimi is merely a companion.”

“That line is familiar to me,” I exclaimed. “Pack your things and get out!”

He pleaded pitifully, “Where do you want me to go?”

“Ryan, I don’t care. Visit your mother. Visit a motel. Approach the bartender. I don’t give a damn!” I yelled, shoving his garments in his face.

“You’re going to regret this,” he yelled.

He then packed up everything and headed directly to his mother while I discussed a divorce with my attorney. To exacerbate the situation, he told his family this absurd story about me cheating on him.

His mother Helen, of course, took everything at face value. And before long, I was her life’s antagonist. She even came to my door and cried out about what a terrible person I was.

in the children’s presence.

“Do you really believe that I would cheat on Ryan?” I enquired. “I take care of the kids, I cook and clean our house, and I work. What time would I have available?”

She retorted, “But why would my son lie?”

“Because I kicked him out and told him that I wanted a divorce,” I said.

Helen had ceased communicating with me completely for a while, and I was perfectly fine with that. But lately, she’s been hounding me nonstop to get me to give Ryan back.

Helen stated over the phone, “Serena, I know that he made a mistake.” “But do you not think that you two could give it another go? You can reunite as a legitimate family. Is that not what you’re after? for the father of your children to reside with them.”

Anything else than that was what I desired. Yes, my kids should have had a father who loved them without conditions, but Ryan wasn’t that kind of dad. He had only seen the children roughly three times since moving out, and it appeared that he had forgotten that he was a father.

Helen begged on the phone, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to him.”

However, I was aware of the reality. Most likely, she was simply worn out from caring for Ryan. In the end, I realized that she had missed all of the indulgence I had shown her while we were together. I used to buy her items every time I thought they would be interesting.

That escaped her notice. However, I didn’t. That life was not one I was returning to.

However, I was determined not to let Helen or her son ruin my birthday, which was today. My boyfriend Kevin had been organizing a small get-together for me at his house.

Kevin reassured me, “It’s just going to be a small one.” “Just your parents, a few friends, and the kids.”

Kevin was the much-needed breath of fresh air. He embodied all the qualities Ryan lacked: kindness, consideration, and compassion. Three months after the divorce, I met him at a coffee shop, and he soon became someone I wanted to be around all the time.

“All right,” I replied. However, avoid pulling any surprises. I’ll also assist you in organizing stuff.”

Kevin chuckled and said, “I expected nothing less.”

My kids were playing tag in the living room just hours before the party, and I was in the middle of finishing up the decorations.

Lazy balloons drifted over the ceiling, and the aroma of warm, freshly made cupcakes permeated the space.

Everything was flawless. And it’s headed that way. Kevin went to fetch the champagne bottles and the birthday cake.

I was about to begin icing the cupcakes when someone rang the doorbell.

“I’ll get it!” The kids were too busy giggling to notice me when I called out to them.

There was a big red package on the porch as I opened the door. It was magnificent, standing tall and wide and adorned with a gold ribbon and glossy crimson wrapping paper. There was a short notice at the top.

Serena, happy birthday! Appreciate your gift with pleasure! Helen, love you.

My stomach turned over. Helen would never send anything to me? Was this a peace offering of some sort or something else entirely?

I dragged the box inside against my better judgment and managed to draw the youngsters’ attention by doing so.

“What is it, Mommy?” With her locks bouncing, Chloe hopped up and down and asked.

I remained staring at the package as I responded, “I’m not sure, honey,” very slowly.

“Is it a present for you?” Jacob enquired, his eyes brightening.

“Seems like it,” I answered. “But it’s from someone that we don’t know if we can trust.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, I thought I might as well open it. Perhaps it was a harmless thing. Perhaps Helen had come to terms with the past at last.

When I pulled on the ribbon, it immediately came loose. Perhaps my suspicions were unfounded.

However, I only saw them when Jacob excitedly opened the box’s lid and the sides fell out. My daughters were holding on to my legs as we both let out a loud scream.

Rats. Twelve or so of them. Squealing and scrambling, they burst out of the box in a furious wave and scattered across my house. While some scurried in the direction of the kitchen, others ducked beneath the couch.

“Oh, my God!” I cried out.

Heart thumping so fiercely I felt it might burst, I grabbed my kids and ran out of the home.

Luckily, my phone was in my pocket. I ended up calling 911 instead of Kevin.

The operator said, “What’s your emergency?”

“There’s a… there’s a box of rats in my house!” Panic rising in my chest, I said. “My ex-mother-in-law sent it to me for my birthday!”

The dispatcher was almost audibly analyzing what I had just stated during a lengthy pause on the other end. I was aware of how absurd it sounded.

She answered, “We’ll send someone over right away.”

A cop car arrived in front of my house in a matter of minutes. Two policemen emerged, appearing just as perplexed as I was.

One of them said, “You’re the one with the rat problem?”

“Yes,” I replied, cradling my daughter in my arms. “They are dispersed all throughout. The box belonged to my former mother-in-law. Her name appeared on a note that she sent. She is lying if she says otherwise.”

“We’ll investigate,” the policeman stated.

The cops entered my house, and a short while after they came back with glum looks.

According to a cop, “There are too many of them.” “Animal control is necessary. This is not your place to remain tonight.”

“I want to press charges!” I let out a cry. “How could she have done such a foolish thing? Who knows what harm these rats might bring about?”

As for the second cop, “We’ll talk to her,” “What’s her address?”

I gave it to them after writing it down on a notepad.

“She’ll probably deny it when she sees you,” I replied. “Even if she wrote a note.”

“You drive, and we’ll follow you,” declared an officer.

I gave a nod and went with them. Fortunately, Kevin informed me that he would watch the kids when he arrived while the police were still inside the house.

Helen seemed astonished as she opened the door upon our arrival.

“You know exactly why I’m here,” I replied. “You sent me a box full of vermin!”

Helen tried to persuade us that it hadn’t been her for a good 10 minutes.

“There was a note, ma’am,” an officer stated tersely.

Helen finally realized that she had nowhere to hide and muttered, “Oh…” “I forgot…”

“You take care of her,” I told the cops. “I’m going back to my family.”

Helen looked worried as I got into my car and drove home, and a cop pulled out a notepad and pen.

Kevin had the kids sitting on the swing in the car while he packed it as I arrived home.

“What’s going on?” As I got out of the car, I inquired.

Kevin remarked, “Sweetheart, the party has moved.” “Come on, let’s go have a barbecue at your folks’ house. The day won’t be ruined by Helen. Tomorrow, animal control will visit us. Sadly, the cupcakes are not recommended.”

“Yeah, Mom!” Jacob yelled. “There was a rat sitting on the cupcake tray!”