My Child’s Stepmother Tried to Steal My Role as a Mother, so I Put Everything on the Line — Story of the Day

I came home late that evening, once again smelling like someone else’s soup and pills. Old Mrs. Rayner, the woman I was caring for, had treated me to a piece of pie that day.

My daughter Mia and I lived in my father’s apartment — the only thing my ex-husband Jack couldn’t take when he filed for divorce.

Back then, he’d wanted to take Mia too, and I’d fought for a year in court. The lawyers ate up every penny I had, but I didn’t break.

Since then, though, life felt like an endless run with a bag of stones on my shoulders.

I quietly opened the door to Mia’s room — empty. A weekend with her father. I always sat on needles until she was back.

Then, finally, the click of the lock. Mia came in first. I knelt to hug her.

“So, how was it with Dad?”

“It was fun! We had waffles and a movie!”

I smiled. Then she, as if it was nothing, added again:

“Mom, Dad says I have another mom�now.”

I sat right down on the hallway floor because my legs just gave out.

“What did you say, Mia?”

Mia shrugged, like she was talking about a new kitten or toy.

“Kira. She’s nice. She got me a car — the one I really wanted!”

A car… God! I was counting every cent, to take Mia to the sea and maybe buy that car for her birthday. And then, some Kira just handed it to my daughter on a silver platter.

I glanced at the doorway. Jack was standing there, leaning his hands against the wall, like he always did when he wanted to look in control.

“Jack, can I talk to you?”

He put on that mock-polite smile. “Of course. Go to your room, Mia. Play with your car.”

Mia disappeared without even looking back.

“What the hell was that, Jack?”

“Lora, come on. Don’t make this bigger than it is. She’s a kid. To her, they’re just words. Kira cares for her like her own.”

“Like her own?”

“I work nights, run around all day, so she has everything she needs! And you bring in some woman and tell her she’s got a new mom?”

Jack’s face twisted. He always did that when I raised my voice too much. “You don’t mind us trying to get along, do you? Kira invites you to dinner. Get to know each other. Talk like grown-ups.”

I knew: if I didn’t go, I’d lose in Mia’s eyes.

“Alright. Tomorrow.”

Jack snapped his fingers like it was all settled, then stepped out the door. I stood there in the hallway.

Something didn’t add up.

***

The following evening, my hands were shaking so badly I nearly dropped the pie I’d bought on the way. And all I really want is to smash this pie right in Kira’s perfect face…

The door swung open to reveal a woman at least ten years younger than me. Her eyes flicked over my old sweater.

“Lora! I’m so glad you came! Come in! We were just waiting for you!”

Jack was sitting in the living room with Mia. They were building a train set right on the carpet.

“Mom! Look at my railroad!” Mia jumped up and tugged at my hand. “Kira and I made it!”

“I see that, sweetheart…”

I tried to smile, but my jaw was frozen. Meanwhile, Kira bent down to Mia, smoothing her hair back like she was hers.

“Don’t forget to say thank you, sunshine.”

“Thank you, Mommy!”

Mia shouted it so easily that something cracked under my ribs.

“Mia, then who am I?”

She blinked at me, all innocence. “Well, you’re Mom! And Kira’s Mommy! Two moms!”

It took everything in me not to scoop her up and run right out that door.

“I didn’t even know she loved these kinds of toys so much,” Kira said sweetly. “But children should have the very best, don’t you think, Lora? She’s such a wonderful girl. So grateful.”

“Of course.”

My nails were digging into my palm just to keep from screaming. Jack came closer.

“Lora, we think Mia deserves a real family. To have a mom and dad together. Not all this constant back and forth. It wears her out.”

“That’s true, Lora,” Kira chimed in. “Just imagine how good Mia’d have it with us. Everything she needs — rest, care, love.”

“You think I don’t give her love?”

Kira sighed dramatically and dropped her gaze. “I’m just saying… we can give her more. You’re so tired, Lora… you work so much. Think of yourself for once.”

Jack nodded. “And think of Mia, too. We bought tickets. We want to take her to the sea. You know how much she dreams of seeing the sea.”

“What? You’re planning to take her somewhere?”

“Lora, come on!” Kira gave a little, breathy laugh. “She wants it so much. Look at her!”

Mia’s eyes sparkled. “Mom, can I? Please? Kira said I can see real fish! And swim with a mask!”

I looked at her happy little face and felt the ground slide out from under me. I scraped together every penny for our own tiny trip to the sea, but they were stealing that dream too.

“Fine… But this doesn’t mean anything. You’re not taking her from me.”

But inside me, a fire was already roaring. Mia wrapped her arms around Kira’s neck.

“Thank you, Mommy!”

That was just the beginning. And if I didn’t swallow that bitter piece of pie, I’d lose everything.

What I didn’t know yet was that Kira was ready to go all the way, too. She’d already made her first move.

***

When the door closed behind Mia that morning, I just stood there in the hallway, staring at the empty hooks on the wall. Her little backpack — the fish print, the fins, the snorkel mask… Kira had wrapped it all up.

“It’s fine. She’ll come back, and it’ll be like it always was.”

I knew Kira wasn’t just taking her to the sea. She was painting her picture of a “real family,” and I wasn’t in it.

But I had to keep my back straight.

That same day, I went into my shift at the little delivery company. They called me straight into the manager’s office.

“Lora, sit down,” my manager said, not even looking at me. “Do you have anything to say about the delivery last week?”

“What delivery?”

He pulled out some paperwork, tapped it with his finger. “Big kitchenware order. The woman filed a complaint. You didn’t deliver everything. Loss: two hundred dollars.”

“That’s a mistake! I delivered everything! I even helped carry the box inside! An old lady opened the door…”

“But there’s no signature. Camera was down. You didn’t confirm the photo drop-off.”

I snatched the slip out of his hands.

“Give me the address. I’ll go there myself and talk to her.”

“Your problem. But if you can’t prove you didn’t steal it , we’ll have to fire you. Don’t expect a reference.”

Half an hour later, I was standing on the crumbling porch of that old house. The same woman opened the door.

“Good afternoon. Do you remember me? I brought you that kitchenware box last week…”

She tilted her head like a bird. “Oh… yes… I remember. What about it?”

“You got everything, didn’t you?”

“Well… My daughter ordered it.”

“Your daughter? What’s her name?”

She gave me a sly smile. “Kira. Pretty name, isn’t it?”

It felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over my head.

“Please… I’m begging you… Can you call the office and tell them you got everything? I could get in real trouble for this.”

“Oh, of course, dear. I’ll call them right now.”

She picked up her phone right in front of me. I heard her sweet, creaky voice as she spoke:

“Hello? Yes, I’m calling about that delivery girl… yes, she was just here, trying to make me lie for her. Said she’d… oh yes, threatened me. Told me to say I got the package when I didn’t. I feel so scared. Yes, I hope you deal with her properly.”

I felt my stomach drop through the floor.

“Why are you doing this? This is… this is a lie!”

She lowered the phone, giving me a cold smile. “My daughter wants to be a Mom for Mia. How could I go against my own child?”

“You know that’s MY daughter!”

“Well, maybe next time you’ll be more careful.”

She shut the door gently.

I sat there on the front steps for ten minutes, maybe more, too numb to stand up.

That dinner. Of course. I should’ve known Kira had this all planned.

Later that same day, I was fired. Just like that. I don’t even remember how I got home. My legs just carried me like I was floating. And because that wasn’t enough, there it was in the mailbox:

“Notice of hearing: Motion to terminate parental rights. Grounds — unstable income, no steady job, questionable character.”

“Oh, Jack…” I whispered to the hallway walls. “If I don’t find money for a lawyer, I’ll lose. I’ll lose Mia. And then I’ll disappear myself.”

I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe. “I have nothing left to pay with. Just my father’s apartment. Fine… I’ll mortgage it.”

***

A month later, I sat on that hard courtroom chair next to my lawyer, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug deep into my skin.

It must’ve been the hundredth minute of the hearing when the judge finally looked up at us and said calmly,

“Alright. We’d like to hear from the child. Mia, you know you don’t have to be afraid. Tell us, who do you want to live with?”

I felt Mia freeze for just a moment. Then she stepped forward and looked the judge straight in the eye.

“Can I tell the truth?”

The judge nodded. “Of course, Mia. That’s exactly what we want to hear.”

Mia looked at me first, then at Jack and Kira sitting there pressed together like conspirators. Then she said something I didn’t even know.

“I have two moms now. They both take care of me. But my Mom, Lora, loves me just because. And Mommy Kira… loves me because Daddy pays her. Daddy wants me to live with him, so he pays her.”

I felt my whole body go numb. The judge raised his eyebrows; Kira’s lawyer cleared his throat awkwardly.

“So, which mom do you want to stay with?”

Mia turned to me and gave me that small, grown-up smile of hers.

“Mommy Lora tries so hard to give me everything. Maybe she doesn’t buy me all the toys at once, like Kira does. She buys me one, and I get to love it longer. I learn to take care of my things. So I want to stay where I’m loved just because. With Mommy Lora.”

Tears filled my eyes. I didn’t expect that. I didn’t know my Mia saw it all so clearly. We won that case. When we stepped out of the courtroom, I hugged Mia so tight she giggled.

“Mommy, did we lose our house now?”

“No, baby. We’ll get it back soon.” I winked at her. “I got us an inflatable pool. Now we have our own ocean every single day.”

“Our ocean!”

I looked at my lawyer, Christian, the one Mrs. Rayner and her son had helped me find. He reached out his hand to me, grinning.

“You did it, Lora. Now let’s celebrate. And by the way, I won’t take another cent from you. Or any ‘thank you.’ I can’t stay your lawyer forever… because then I’d never get to ask you out on a real date.”

I laughed through my tears. “Thank you, Christian. That’s… generous. And the date? I’ll think about it. But first — our waves.”

Mia was already pulling me toward the yard. “Mommy! We’re gonna splash everyone!”

And I thought how good it feels to hear that ‘Mommy’ every single day. To know we’ll have our home again. And our ocean.

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