At six in the morning, my mother-in-law roughly yanked the blanket off her pregnant daughter-in-law: “Get up, you lazy woman! I’m hungry! How long are you going to keep lying there?!” — but she had no idea what was waiting for her the next day

At six in the morning, my mother-in-law roughly yanked the blanket off her pregnant daughter-in-law: “Get up, you lazy woman! I’m hungry! How long are you going to keep lying there?!” — but she had no idea what was waiting for her the next day 

The first months of my pregnancy were very hard — constant nausea, weakness, sleepless nights. And now, on top of that, my mother-in-law, who wouldn’t let me live in peace.

Every morning — reproaches, shouting, mockery. And if I dared to say even one word in response, she would immediately complain to my husband and threaten to throw us out of the house.

That night I barely slept. Around five in the morning, my eyes were finally closing when a harsh voice right by my ear woke me up:

“Get up, lazy girl, I’m hungry! Make me something to eat — you just sleep all day!”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to cry.

“Mama, I don’t feel well,” I whispered. “I’ve been sick all night.”

“Keep your ailments to yourself!” she snapped. “Women in my time gave birth and didn’t complain!”

I got up and made breakfast, but something broke inside me. I realized — this couldn’t go on. I needed to come up with a plan to teach that rude mother-in-law a lesson. And here’s what I did… Continue in the first comment 

That night, when everyone was asleep, I turned on the speaker and played a recording — quiet whispers, a baby crying, soft sighs. I set the volume very low, just enough to make it sound like it was coming from far away.

For the first few minutes, nothing happened. Then I heard the bed creak in the next room — my mother-in-law had woken up.

The house was silent, but from the kitchen came a faint female whisper, as if someone were crying. She listened — the sound stopped. She thought she imagined it.

A few minutes later — again, crying, a rustle, then a man’s voice, barely audible. My mother-in-law shot up in bed, her heart pounding.

“Who’s there?!” she shouted.

No answer. Only a faint tap on the wall, then silence again.

By morning, she hadn’t slept a wink.

“Didn’t you hear someone talking last night?” she asked me in the morning, her eyes wide with fear.

I smiled innocently:
“No, Mom, I was up all night reading, but I didn’t hear any voices. Maybe you were dreaming?”

The next night, it happened again. Whispers, knocks, a baby’s soft cry.

My mother-in-law began crossing herself and murmuring prayers. She thought her late husband had come for her.

By morning, trembling, she came to me.

“I can’t take it anymore. There’s something going on in this house…”

I looked at her calmly and said softly:
“Maybe God is punishing you. Maybe you should try being a little kinder to others.”

From that day on, she changed. She stopped yelling, stopped scolding, stopped waking me up in the mornings. On the contrary — she brought me tea and asked how I was feeling. And at night, the house was perfectly quiet. The voices had vanished… because I had turned off the speaker.