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Newlywed Changes The Sheets Every Day — The Truth Behind It Shattered A Mother’s Heart

Newlywed changes the sheets every day — Until one morning, her mother-in-law walks in and finds bl00d across the bed… revealing a secret that shatters every mother’s heart…

My son Paulo had only been married to Mira for a week. Their wedding in Batangas was simple, yet it overflowed with laughter, tears, and promises spoken from the heart.

From the very beginning, Mira seemed like the perfect daughter-in-law—gentle, kind, always courteous, her warm smile brightening every corner of our home.

Even neighbors and relatives praised her.

“We are truly blessed to have such a gracious daughter-in-law,” I would proudly tell my friends at the market.

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But just a few days after the wedding, I began noticing something unusual…

Every morning, without fail, Mira carried the bed sheets and blankets outside to wash and hang under the sun. Some days, she even replaced them twice.

 

Once, I asked her, “Why do you change the bedding daily, hija?”

She only smiled softly and replied, “I’m allergic to dust, Nanay. I sleep better when everything is fresh.”

Yet I couldn’t shake my doubts. All the linens were brand new, fragrant, and carefully chosen for the wedding. And no one in our family had allergies.

Slowly, suspicion crept into my heart—something was being hidden.

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