My sister-in-law kept stealing my jewelry and had convinced the whole family that I was "an unstable liar"—so I set a trap for her the next time she came for dinner.

"Do you think I'm making all this up?"

I scanned the faces around the table.

Pity from my mother-in-law.

My brother-in-law's embarrassment, who suddenly found his towel fascinating.

My husband's icy disappointment.

And Betty was watching me with a tiny smile on her lips.

She loved it.

I looked all around the table.

She had rehearsed everything.

Every tear, every sad smile.

Every sweet word she said was designed to make me look exactly like what she said I was.

Good heavens, maybe she even put on that bracelet on purpose to provoke this moment.

What was I going to do?

"I think you should apologize to Betty," my husband said.

"Excuse me?" The word came out in a broken voice.

What was I going to do?

"For accusing her in front of the whole family."

I opened my mouth.

I wanted to scream that the proof was right there, on his wrist.

But I already knew how it was going to look.

The unstable woman, who demands to check her sister-in-law's jewelry.

Currently staging a scene.

I already knew how it was going to look.

She had turned my own husband into a shield.

She had set this trap for me long before tonight, little by little, through small whispered remarks.

Small observations over the months.

Subtle insinuations that I was jealous, scatterbrained, fragile.

She had sown doubt in each of them, and now she was the one reaping the rewards.

And I would need far more than evidence to show that I was right.

I'd have to catch her in the act.

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