My Daughter-in-Law Broke My Arm Because I Wouldn’t Give My Son the $4 Million Lottery Jackpot I Won.

“Oh, Mama Beatrice, I’m so glad you came to your senses! You’ll see, everything will turn out perfectly.” “Yes, children, I understand now that you’re right,” I lied with the most submissive voice I could muster.

“I’m too old to handle so much money. It’s better if you take care of everything.” I saw them exchange a look of complicity, believing they had won.

Megan even smiled with the satisfaction of someone who believes they have broken their victim. On the way to the bank, Theo drove, whistling a cheerful song.

Megan talked excitedly about their plans for the money.

“First we’ll buy the house in Green Hills, then the business, then a new car for Theo,” Megan said.

I listened in silence from the back seat, mentally recording every word to use later as evidence of their true intentions. When we arrived at the bank, Theo took some pre-prepared papers from his briefcase.

They were documents for the complete transfer of the $4 million to his personal account.

“You just have to sign here, Mom, and it’s all settled,” He said, pointing to the lines marked in yellow.

“Can I read the papers before I sign?” I asked, feigning confusion.

Megan immediately grew impatient.

“Oh, Mom, they’re just legal formalities. Theo has already reviewed everything. Just sign where it’s marked!” But I insisted on reading every line, taking my time, making them wait.

I wanted the exact time I had planned to arrive. When the clock struck 10:30, I told the bank executive that I needed to speak with him in private before signing.

“I just have some questions about the process,” I explained.

Theo and Megan got nervous.

“Mom, there’s nothing to discuss! Everything is in order,” Theo insisted.

“Sir,” I said to the executive.

“I need to verify something in my account before making any transfer.” The employee politely agreed and escorted me to a private office.

Theo and Megan were left in the waiting area, clearly anxious but unable to do anything to stop me. Once in the private office, I explained the real situation to the executive.

“These people are threatening and pressuring me to transfer all my money to them. Yesterday my daughter-in-law fractured my arm because I refused.” I showed him the cast and the photographs Sharon had taken the night before.

The executive was horrified.

“Ma’am, this is very serious. Do you want us to call the police?” I shook my head.

“Not yet, but I need to protect my money immediately. I want to make some preventive transfers before they suspect anything.” In the next 20 minutes, we worked quickly.

I transferred $3.5 million to a new account at another bank, an account that only I knew about. I left $500,000 in the original account so they wouldn’t suspect anything immediately.

I also activated all possible security alerts and set up a secret code for any future transactions. Furthermore, I told the executive:

“I want it registered in the system that any attempt to access my account by those people must be immediately reported to the police. I have evidence that they are extorting me.” The executive took note of everything and assured me that my money was protected.

When I returned to the waiting area, Theo and Megan looked at me expectantly.

“Everything okay, Mom?” Theo asked with poorly disguised impatience.

“Yes, son, I just wanted to make sure I understood the process,” I replied with my best confused old lady act.

We sat down again at the executive’s desk. Theo placed the papers in front of me again.

“Well, Mom, now you can sign in peace,” He said.

I took the pen with a trembling hand as if I were nervous. Megan watched me with eyes glittering with greed.

“Before I sign,” I said to the executive.

“Could you confirm the current balance of my account?” The employee checked his computer and replied:

“$500,000, ma’am.” The silence that followed was deafening.

I watched as Theo’s face slowly transformed from expectation to confusion.

“What do you mean, 500,000?” Megan stammered.

“It’s supposed to be $4 million!” The executive checked his screen again.

“No, ma’am, in this account there is $500,000. Perhaps the lady has the money distributed in different accounts.” Theo looked at me, his eyes bloodshot.

“Mom, where is the rest of the money?” I feigned confusion.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, children. The gentleman says I have $500,000. That’s what there is.” Megan shot up from her chair like a spring.

“You moved the money!” She screamed at me in the middle of the bank.

“You’re deceiving us!” Her scream drew the attention of other customers and employees.

The executive immediately called for security.

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to calm down, or we will have to ask you to leave.” “Mom!” Theo grabbed my good arm forcefully.

“Tell me right now where the rest of the money is!” His grip was so tight it hurt, but I maintained my expression of innocent confusion.

“Theo, you’re hurting me! I don’t know what money you’re talking about!” The bank’s security guard approached our table.

“Is there a problem here?” The guard asked.

Megan was hysterical.

“This old woman is robbing us! That money belongs to the family! She has no right to hide it!” Her shouts echoed throughout the bank.

“Folks,” The executive intervened.

“You’re going to have to leave immediately, or we will call the police.” Theo understood that they had lost control of the situation.

He let go of my arm and tried to calm down.

“Fine, we’re leaving, but this isn’t over, Mom.” As they gathered their useless papers, I remained seated, pretending to be scared and confused.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked the executive in a trembling voice.

“No, ma’am, you did nothing wrong. Your money is safe.” Theo and Megan stormed out of the bank.

I watched them through the window, arguing heatedly in the parking lot. Megan gestured furiously, and Theo ran his hands through his hair in desperation.

They had arrived believing they would leave as millionaires and were leaving empty-handed. I waited 15 minutes before leaving the bank.

When I reached the street, I took a taxi home. During the ride, I smiled for the first time in days.

The first part of my plan had worked perfectly. Theo and Megan had shown their true colors in front of witnesses, and my money was safe.

“Now comes the hard part,” I thought as the taxi approached my house.

“Now comes the revenge.”

The Counter-Attack and the Fake Lawyer

I got home before noon, knowing that Theo and Megan wouldn’t be long. The failure at the bank had infuriated them, but it had also made them desperate.

Desperate people make mistakes, and I was counting on that. I sat in my armchair to wait with my phone within reach in case I needed to call Sharon or the police.

I didn’t have to wait long. At 1:00 in the afternoon, I heard the engine of Theo’s car screech to a halt outside.

His footsteps in the yard sounded like hammer blows. This time, they didn’t knock.

Theo used his copy of the key to get in, something he had asked for years ago for emergencies.

“Mom, come out from wherever you are!” He roared from the entrance.

Megan followed, her heels hammering my floor as if she wanted to break it. When they saw me sitting calmly in my armchair, their faces contorted with rage.

“Where is our money?” Megan screamed, planting herself in front of me with her arms akimbo.

“What money, dear?” I replied with the same feigned innocence I had used at the bank.

“My account has $500,000. The man at the bank confirmed it.” Theo paced my living room like a caged lion, running his hands through his hair.

“Don’t take me for an idiot, Mom! You moved that money to another account!” “Theo, I don’t know how to do those computer and bank things,” I lied sweetly.

“If the money isn’t there, maybe those hackers they talk about on the news stole it.” Megan got so close to me I could smell her expensive perfume mixed with the sweat of her anger.

“You lying old hag!” She spat in my face.

“We know you moved that money and you’re going to give it back right now!” She was about to grab my fractured arm again, but I quickly got up from the armchair.

“Megan, don’t touch me! It already hurt a lot when you broke my arm.” Theo stopped dead in his tracks.

“What do you mean she broke your arm? You said you fell in the bathroom.” I realized I had made a mistake by revealing the truth, but I decided to use it to my advantage.

“Yes, I fell because Megan pushed me when I told her I wasn’t going to sign the papers!” “That’s a lie!” Megan shouted, but her red face betrayed her.

Theo looked at her with a strange expression for a moment. I thought my son might remember some humanity, that maybe he would realize what he was doing.

But his response completely shattered my heart.

“I don’t care if she pushed you, Mom. You brought it on yourself for being stubborn,” He said with a coldness that chilled my blood.

“The only thing I care about is you telling us where you hid our money.” In that moment, I knew I had lost my son forever.

The boy I had raised was dead, and in his place was this cruel stranger.

“If you don’t tell us where the money is, we’re going to make your life impossible!” Megan threatened, approaching again.

“We’re going to come every day until you talk. We’re going to make your last years a living hell until you give us what’s ours!” Her threat didn’t scare me.

On the contrary, it reassured me to know that I no longer had to pretend to love them.

“Do whatever you want,” I told them with a calmness that threw them off.

“I don’t have any more money than the $500,000 you saw at the bank.” Theo approached me with his fists clenched.

For a moment, I thought he was going to hit me, but he restrained himself. He knew the neighbors might hear.

“Fine, Mom. We’ll do this the hard way,” He said through gritted teeth.

“We’re going to sue you for everything you owe us: the loans you never paid back, the money we spent taking care of you when you were sick—everything!” He took his phone out of his pocket and started dialing.

“I’m calling a lawyer right now!” “Perfect,” I replied, unfazed.

“You can also call the police if you want. I have a lot of things to tell them about you.” My calm was driving them crazy.

They expected to find a scared old woman begging for forgiveness, not a serene woman who wouldn’t be intimidated. Megan started rummaging through my house as if it were hers.

She opened drawers, moved papers, looked for something that would give her clues about where I had hidden the money.

“There has to be something here!” She shouted as she threw my things on the floor.

“No stupid old woman can be smart enough to hide $4 million!” “Megan, stop touching my things,” I said firmly.

But she continued to destroy my living room, throwing books, moving furniture, looking for documents. Theo didn’t stop her.

On the contrary, he joined the search, going through my desk, opening private letters. That’s when they found my notebook where I had been writing down everything they had done to me.

Theo read it aloud sarcastically.