My Daughter Called His Mistress Mom

Upon returning from abroad, the first thing I did was join the parents' group of Matilda's kindergarten and changed my display name to "Matilda's Mom." I planned to pick her up from school that afternoon and surprise her. Just after I'd tagged her teacher in the group chat, another "Matilda's Mom" suddenly appeared, launching a tirade at me. "I've seen shameless people, but never someone this audacious. Who dares to impersonate others like this?" "Either you're a kidnapper or a homewrecker. This is a parents' group, not a place for just anyone to sneak in." Before I could wrap my head around her accusations, she posted a video of my daughter calling her "mom," with the setting unmistakably in my own home. She even changed her profile picture to one with my daughter, flaunting her claim. Shocked and bewildered, I called my husband immediately. "When did you get a new wife? And replace me as Matilda's mom?" He replied, "You're talking gibberish! If I ever replaced anyone, it certainly wouldn't be you!" After a year working hard at the European branch of the company, I had just returned home.

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Just after I'd tagged her teacher in the group chat, another "Matilda's Mom" suddenly appeared, launching a tirade at me.

"I've seen shameless people, but never someone this audacious. Who dares to impersonate others like this?"

"Either you're a kidnapper or a homewrecker. This is a parents' group, not a place for just anyone to sneak in."

Before I could wrap my head around her accusations, she posted a video of my daughter calling her "mom," with the setting unmistakably in my own home. She even changed her profile picture to one with my daughter, flaunting her claim.

Shocked and bewildered, I called my husband immediately. "When did you get a new wife? And replace me as Matilda's mom?"

He replied, "You're talking gibberish! If I ever replaced anyone, it certainly wouldn't be you!"

After a year working hard at the European branch of the company, I had just returned home. As soon as I got off the plane, I joined the kindergarten's parents' group, eager to reconnect with home. I changed my display name to "Matilda's Mom" and tagged her class teacher, letting her know I planned to pick up Matilda that afternoon for a surprise.

Before the teacher could respond, another parent with the same name jumped in.

"I've seen audacious people before, but never someone this cheeky. How dare anyone impersonate like this?"

"If you're not a kidnapper, then you're trying to wreck someone else's family. Seriously, who lets these people into our group?"

I was utterly baffled by the insults and was about to type a reply, thinking it was a misunderstanding or perhaps a case of shared names. To my astonishment, she then shared a video of Matilda calling her "mom" and promptly changed her profile picture to one with my daughter, staking her claim.

Upon close inspection, the video and picture backgrounds were indeed my townhouse—genuine, not edited. I was dumbfounded. If she was claiming to be Matilda's mom, then who was I?

Did I come back from work only to find another woman had taken over my home? I'd never even met this woman. Could Arthur, that cheating scoundrel, have had an affair and let our daughter call another woman "mom"?

I was just about to call Arthur for answers when the parents' chat erupted.

Wynter Bennett's mom: "Hilarious, these mistresses are getting bolder by the day, starting with the kids, huh? And she dares to sneak into the kindergarten group."

Dalia Gonzales's mom: "Matilda's real mom picks her up every day. Who doesn't know her? This mistress must be delusional to think she can impersonate."

Isla Gardner's mom: "You all don't get it—she's provoking the real wife. She wants to be the CEO's wife!"

Emmeline Gonzales's mom: "People like this with ulterior motives should be reported straight to the police. Can't stand shameless mistresses; treating them like human traffickers would be best."

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My Daughter Called His Mistress Mom

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