My son Paulo had been married to Mira for only a week.
Their wedding in Batangas had been modest, but filled with laughter, tears, and sincere promises.
Mira seemed to be the ideal daughter-in-law: sweet, polite, always smiling, treating the whole family with respect.
Even the neighbors and relatives kept complimenting her.
« We are so lucky to welcome such a lovely daughter-in-law, » I proudly told my friends at the market.
But only a few days after the wedding, I started to notice something strange…
The secret of the sheets
Every morning, without exception, Mira took the sheets and blankets to wash and dry them in the sun. Sometimes, she even changed them twice a day.
One day, I asked him:
— « Why do you change the bedding every day, hija? »
She replied with a sweet smile:
— “I’m allergic to dust, Nanay. I sleep better when everything is fresh.”
And yet, I had my doubts. All the bed linen was new, perfumed, carefully chosen for the wedding.
And no one in our family suffered from allergies.
Little by little, I began to suspect that she was hiding something else…
The shocking discovery
One morning, I pretended to go to the market.
When Mira went down to the kitchen, I silently slipped into her room.
I had barely opened the door when a strong metallic smell hit me.
My heart started beating very fast.
I approached the bed and, slowly, lifted the sheet…
My legs almost gave way beneath me.
The white mattress was covered in bloodstains — thick, overlapping, everywhere.
And it wasn’t menstrual blood. It was different: darker, denser, more ominous.
Panicked, I opened the drawers.
Inside, I found rolls of bandages, a bottle of disinfectant, and a blood-stained tank top, carefully folded and concealed.
Mira’s truth
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