When my wealthy SIL spotted us wearing matching Superman costumes at her lavish Halloween party, she kicked my family out to “avoid confusion.” Little did she know, her cruel power play would inspire the most epic public revenge her ritzy neighborhood had ever seen.
I’ve never been petty, but sometimes life hands you opportunities for revenge that are just too perfect to pass up.
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Looking back, I should’ve known something was fishy when my mother-in-law’s eyes lit up at the sight of our Superman costumes in the department store that day.
“Oh, how creative,” she’d said, smiling as brightly as her most recent Botox treatment would allow. “The boys must be thrilled.”
She’d fingered the fabric of Jake’s cape with perfectly manicured nails, her nose wrinkling slightly. “Though perhaps something more… sophisticated might better suit Isla’s Halloween gathering?”
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I barely contained my sigh. This was typical Brenda, always finding something to criticize about Dan and me.
When we started dating, I didn’t know my husband Dan came from old money. He’d chosen to open an auto repair shop instead of joining the family finance firm, which basically made him the black sheep.
His family didn’t approve of me at first. Honestly, I didn’t approve of them either, with their haughty attitudes and complex social rules, but I learned to live with it after Dan and I got married.
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“The boys picked the costumes out themselves,” I’d replied to Brenda that day, straightening my spine. “And they’re over the moon about it. And the kids’ happiness is what’s important, right?”
“Mmm,” she’d hummed, that familiar look of disappointment clouding her features. “Well, I suppose that’s… sweet.”
I clenched my teeth into a smile. “It is. You should’ve seen how excited Tommy was when he first suggested it.”
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It was my eldest boy’s idea to dress as a Superman family. He’d burst into the kitchen after school, backpack still bouncing against his shoulders, eyes bright with excitement as he announced the idea.
Dan had walked in just then, grease still smudged on his cheek from working on a car. “That’s actually perfect, buddy. What do you think, Marcia?”
“Can we, Mom? Please?” Jake had chimed in, bouncing on his toes. “We could be the strongest family ever!”
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I agreed instantly. The boys’ enthusiasm was infectious, and honestly, we needed some family joy after months of dodging not-so-subtle digs about everything from our “quaint” lifestyle to Dan’s chosen profession.
Just last week, Isla had commented at a family dinner how brave it was of me to shop at regular department stores instead of her preferred boutiques.
And you know what Dan’s father said when he opened his fourth location? “At least you’re consistent in your choices, son.”
So yeah, we were desperate for a little fun.
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The night of Isla’s Halloween party, the boys were practically vibrating with excitement, their red capes fluttering in the fall breeze. Professionally carved pumpkins lined the driveway, each one probably costing more than our entire Halloween budget.
“Look at all the decorations!” Jake gasped, pointing at the elaborate display. “They even have fog machines!”
“And look at those skeletons at the guesthouse!” Tommy added, his eyes wide at the professionally-lit landscaping.
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That’s when I saw Isla standing at the top of the marble steps in an identical, but clearly designer, Superwoman costume. Her husband Roger wore what had to be a movie-quality Superman suit, and their son matched in miniature.
The fabric of their costumes caught the light in a way ours didn’t, and Isla’s cape seemed to float perfectly as she stepped down to meet us.
My stomach dropped. Beside me, I felt Dan tense.
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“Oh my,” Isla’s voice dripped honey-coated venom as we approached. “What an unfortunate coincidence.” She adjusted her perfect hair, the diamond bracelet at her wrist catching the light. “Though I must say, the resemblance between our costumes is rather… loose.”
“Isla—” Dan started, his jaw tight.
“You see,” she cut him off, gesturing to the gathering crowd of guests behind her, “we simply can’t have two Superman families at the party. It would confuse the guests.”
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Her perfect red lips curved into a predatory smile. “You’ll either need to go home and change, wear something from our spare clothes, or…” She waved a manicured hand dismissively. “Head out.”
Roger stood behind her, trying to hide his smirk behind a champagne flute. Their son, Maxwell, stared at my boys with that same superior expression I’d seen so often on Isla’s face.
I felt Tommy’s small hand slip into mine, trembling slightly. Jake pressed against Dan’s leg, his earlier excitement deflating like a punctured balloon. That’s when something in me snapped.
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Eight years of subtle jabs, of watching my husband’s achievements being dismissed, of seeing my children’s joy dimmed by their aunt’s constant need for superiority, all crystallized into a moment of perfect clarity.
“Actually,” I said, squeezing Tommy’s hand and injecting every ounce of enthusiasm I could muster into my voice, “we’re going on an adventure instead. Right, boys?”
“But Mom—” Jake started, his lower lip trembling.
“Trust me,” I said over my shoulder.
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“This is going to be way better than some stuffy party. How does the Halloween festival downtown sound? I heard they have a bouncy house shaped like a haunted castle.”
Dan caught my eye, and I saw the same fire there that I felt burning in my chest. He wrapped an arm around Jake’s shoulders. “Your mom’s right. Who wants to hit up the festival? I bet they have better candy than Aunt Isla’s fancy party anyway.”
“Really?” Tommy’s eyes lit up slightly. “Can we get our faces painted?”
“Absolutely,” Dan grinned. “We can get whatever you want.”
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The festival turned out to be magical. We played games, got our faces painted with elaborate superhero masks, and took about a million photos. Tommy won a giant stuffed bat at the ring toss, and Jake managed to bob for three apples in a row.
Dan bought us all hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and we watched a local theater group perform spooky skits.
“This is way better than Aunt Isla’s party,” Jake declared, chocolate smeared across his chin. “Way, way better.”
The next day, my phone rang.
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It was Julia, who’d catered Isla’s party. We’d become friends over the years, bonding over our shared status as “outsiders” in the Preston social circle.
“Marcia, you’re not going to believe what I overheard,” she said, her voice tight with anger. “Isla was bragging about the whole thing. She bought those costumes specifically to kick you out!”
“What?” I gripped the phone tighter, sinking onto the sofa.
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“She told Roger, and I quote, ‘Finally, I put that brat and her little brats in their place.’ And he laughed! Called you guys a ‘discount superhero act.'” Julia paused, her disgust evident. “There’s more.”
I sighed. “Let me have it, Jules.”
“Isla called you a circus act and said, ‘At least now everyone knows exactly where they stand in this family.'”
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The pieces clicked into place.
My mother-in-law’s reaction to our costumes, the setup, and the humiliation had all been a calculated attack on my family, using my children’s joy as ammunition.
“Thanks, Julia,” I said quietly, my mind already racing with possibilities. “I appreciate you telling me. Isla is not going to get away with this.”
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Two days later, I stood in front of the billboard I’d rented across from Isla’s estate. Our family photo from the festival beamed down at the street, showing all of us in our “discount” costumes, faces painted, completely joy-filled.
The best part was the text above it: “The Real Super Family: No Villains Allowed.”
The town gossip mill exploded. Texts and calls poured in, some subtle, others openly gleeful about Isla’s costume scheme backfiring. Memes started making the rounds on social media.
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Even Roger’s mother called it “deliciously appropriate” at her weekly bridge club. The local coffee shop started serving a “Super Family Special” of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.
Dan found me in the kitchen that evening, staring at my phone as another supportive message came through. This one from his father’s secretary, of all people.
“You know,” he said, grinning at me with a glint in his eyes, “I’ve never been prouder to be married to a superhero.”
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I leaned back against him, watching Tommy and Jake play superheroes in the backyard through our kitchen window. “Someone had to stand up to the villains.”
“Mom! Dad!” Tommy called from outside. “Come play with us! I’m Superman, and Jake’s Spider-Man now!”
“That’s not how it works!” Jake protested. “We can’t mix superhero worlds.”
“We can in our family,” Tommy declared. “We make our own rules!”
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We joined our boys in the yard, capes flying, our laughter echoing off the fence.
At that moment, I realized something important: Isla might have designer costumes and a mansion, but we had a family that was actually super, not just playing dress-up.
