Family scandal: what the mother-in-law found in her daughter-in-law’s bag, and what happened next

The family dinner was in full swing when the mother-in-law decided to help serve the food. Peeking into the kitchen, she discovered a large sum of money in her daughter-in-law’s purse—150,000 rubles in cash. “Son, your wife is robbing us!” she cried indignantly.

But the young woman merely smiled calmly and said, “While we’re on the subject, why don’t you also take a look in my jacket pocket?” Hello, dear listeners! I’m glad to welcome you to my channel.

I present to you a new and interesting story. Enjoy. Kira got her first taste of her own money in three years of marriage the day she received 60,000 rubles.

She sat in the kitchen, staring at her phone screen, unable to believe that this sum was hers, earned by herself, not begged from Timur, not given to Lidiya Sergeyevna for the household, but hers. Working as a programmer wasn’t easy. Six months ago, Kira stumbled upon an ad for online web development courses.

She’d always been good at math, but after marriage, she had to give up studying. Her mother-in-law believed a young wife’s place was at home—cooking borscht, ironing Timur’s shirts, and, of course, having grandchildren. But grandchildren never materialized, and Kira quietly studied at night when everyone else was asleep, munching on her cat until her eyes watered.

When she got a remote job at a small IT company, Lidiya Sergeevna pursed her lips. “Well, well,” she said then, “let’s see how long you last. You’re a programmer, you see, but who’s going to cook dinner?” Kira cooked.

And I did laundry. And I washed the floors. But now I also worked.

She slept for four hours, walked around with dark circles under her eyes, but still delivered projects on time. And then came her first paycheck. She didn’t tell her mother-in-law.

She told Timur that evening when he returned from work. He was delighted, hugged her, and twirled her around the kitchen. “My clever girl!” he laughed.

“I’m so proud of you!” But then Mom came in, and Timur’s face turned serious. He seemed to shrink. “Mom, Kira’s paycheck came in.”

Sixty thousand! Lidiya Sergeyevna wiped her hands on her apron and slowly turned to face her daughter-in-law. “Sixty thousand!” she repeated. “And what are you going to do with it?” “I’ll buy a laptop!” Kira blurted out, though she knew it was a mistake.

— What laptop? The mother-in-law came closer. — You already have an old one. — It can’t handle the programs.

I need something more powerful. – How much does this more powerful one cost? – Forty-five thousand. Lidiya Sergeyevna sat down on a stool.

Her face fell. “Forty-five thousand on some piece of iron!” she said, shaking her head. “Timur, are you listening? Your wife is about to throw away almost her entire salary.”

“Mom, she needs it for work.” “Work!” snorted the Mother-in-Law. “She’s been working for three months.”

Three! And you’re already swinging for the fences with so much money. Kira, my dear, have you considered setting something aside for the family? For shared needs? Or do you think that just because you earned it, it’s yours alone? Kira stood at the sink, clutching a mug of cold tea. She didn’t want a scene, didn’t want to ruin this day.

But Lidiya Sergeevna wouldn’t let up. “Timur gives me his salary. I distribute it among everyone.”

Some people need food, some need utilities, some need clothes. That’s called family. But you, I see, have a completely different concept.

“I just want to buy a tool,” Kira said quietly. “A tool for forty-five thousand!” the Mother-in-Law drawled.

Timur, tell her. Timur stood in the middle of the kitchen, shifting from foot to foot. He looked at his mother, then at his wife.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. “Well, Mom, maybe she really does need it?” “Need it?” interrupted Lidiya Sergeyevna. “Of course she does.”

I just don’t understand where she gets these needs from. Maybe she’s not telling us something? Maybe she has some other income we don’t know about? Kira raised her head. Her mother-in-law was looking at her intently, almost suspiciously, as if trying to bore into her.

“I don’t have any income other than my salary,” Kira said. “Yeah, yeah. Sixty thousand.”

— And how did you live these three months? I gave you two thousand a week for food. Did you manage it? — I managed. — And did you bring the receipts? — I did.

“Then everything’s clear.” Lidiya Sergeevna stood up and headed for the door. “Then buy your own laptop, if you need it so much.”

Just keep in mind, if something goes wrong with your work, Timur and I won’t be there to help you out. – She decided for herself. – You’re responsible.

She left. Timur sighed and rubbed his face with his palms, not paying attention. He muttered.

She’s just worried. Kira didn’t answer. She finished her cold tea and went into the room.

The next day, she ordered a laptop. When it arrived a week later, Lidiya Sergeyevna stood in the hallway and watched the courier hand Kira a large box. “Is this it?” her mother-in-law asked.

“Yes.” “Forty-five thousand per box,” she drawled.

“I hope it’s worth it.” Kira carried the laptop into the room and set it on the table. Her hands were shaking.

Not from joy, but from anger. She’d never felt so accountable. It was as if she’d bought a tool that didn’t work, but instead stole something that belonged to someone else.

That evening, Lidiya Sergeevna came into their room under the pretext of returning the forgotten scissors. Kira was sitting at her new laptop, setting up her work programs. Her mother-in-law stood behind her.

“Beautiful,” she said. “Expensive, I suppose.” “Average,” Kira replied without turning around.

“And you have a new bag, I see.” Kira froze. The bag was lying on the bed.

An ordinary black bag, bought at a high-street store for fifteen hundred. But Lidiya Sergeyevna had already approached it and picked it up. “Leather?” she asked, feeling the material.

“Leatherette.” “What do you have there?” The mother-in-law began to unzip the bag. “Lidiya Sergeyevna, this is my bag,” Kira said sharply.

“I’m just going to take a look,” she replied calmly, reaching inside. “Oh, a makeup bag.”

And the wallet. Where’s the phone? – It’s charging. – Yeah.

The mother-in-law zipped up the bag and put it back. It was a nice bag, comfortable. She left.

Kira remained sitting, her heart pounding. What was that? A search? An inspection? Timur arrived late. Kira was already in bed, but not asleep.

He undressed, lay down next to her and hugged her. “Mom said you were rude to her,” he whispered. “What?” “Well, when she came to see us.”

She said she just wanted to look at your bag, and you turned her down. – Timur, she was rummaging through my things. She didn’t mean to be mean.

She’s just curious. – Curious? Kira raised herself up on her elbows. – Timur, this is my personal bag.

“Why should she even look in there? Well, we’re family,” he muttered. “What secrets from each other?” Kira lay back down and turned to the wall.

There was no point in arguing. Two weeks passed. Kira worked, received small assignments, and completed them at night.

The money trickled in slowly, but she must have started a separate e-wallet where she transferred all her earnings. She didn’t tell Timur about it, much less her mother-in-law. And then something happened that completely ruined their fragile truce.

Timur returned home pale, with a swollen cheek. He clutched his jaw and winced in pain. “A tooth,” he managed to say, “a cyst under the root.”

“It needs to be removed and an implant installed.” Kira took him to the dentist for a consultation. The doctor said it couldn’t be delayed, as inflammation would set in and could spread to the adjacent teeth…