My DIL said I am to old to wear ‘this’ swimsuit. She hurt me so much, I decided to give her a lesson

I had always taken pride in my youthful spirit. Age was merely a number to me, a superficial marker of time passing while my true self remained vibrant and alive within. But on that sweltering summer day at my son’s mansion, my resilience was tested like never before.

My son, who had achieved incredible success, lived in a sprawling estate that was a testament to his hard work and ambition. It was a place where luxury met comfort, where dreams materialized into reality. Yet, amidst the grandeur, a shadow lurked, cast by none other than my daughter-in-law, Karen.

Karen had come into my son’s life when he was already on the path to success. She was an ordinary woman who, upon marrying my son, transformed into someone almost unrecognizable. The wealth and status had gone to her head, turning her into a person who believed she held dominion over everyone around her. Her arrogance was fueled by my son’s silent encouragement, a dynamic that pained me deeply.