I should have realized my birthday was doomed the second I caught my niece and nephew conspiring like tiny masterminds, their mischievous eyes fixed on me. But nothing could have braced me for what came next.
The day had begun like any other day — new highlights, a salon-perfect blowout, makeup on point, and a dress that made me feel like myself, not just a daughter, sister, or aunt. Turning 30 was a milestone, and I deserved to shine.
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The backyard buzzed with the sounds of sizzling barbecue and the clatter of raised glasses. My dad manned the grill, my mom hovered over the side dishes, and my brother, Mark, stood off to the side, beer in hand, chuckling at something on his phone.
And then, there were Mark’s kids.
Ava and Lily tore through the yard, shrieking and barreling past guests. I watched in horror as they nearly toppled my elderly neighbor, Mrs. Thompson, by the pool. She stumbled, catching herself on a chair, gasping.
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I immediately turned to their mother, Jessica, expecting her to step in. But instead, she just laughed. “Oh, kids will be kids!” she said dismissively. Mark chuckled too, barely glancing up.
I clenched my jaw. Stay calm, Liv. It’s your birthday. I tried to brush it off, truly, but then I noticed something—Ava and Lily whispering, giggling together. Ava held up a phone, clearly recording. Ethan crouched slightly, like a sprinter preparing to take off.
And then it clicked. They were planning to push me into the pool. My gaze darted to Jessica. She saw them scheming and just… smirked. I inhaled deeply, deciding to turn the tables. The moment they lunged, I simply stepped aside.
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Ava and Lily tumbled into the pool, arms flailing, their eyes wide with shock.
Silence. Then—
“HOW COULD YOU LET THEM FALL?!”
Jessica’s shriek shattered the moment. She stormed toward me, her face flushed, eyes burning like I had committed a crime.
I blinked. “Let them? They tried to push me.”
She didn’t even glance at the kids, didn’t check if they were okay. Instead, her hands flew to her head.
“Their iPhones!!!” she wailed. “Do you have any idea how expensive those were?”
I stared at her, incredulous. “Maybe you should’ve been watching your kids instead of laughing?”
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Mark finally glanced up, noticed the kids soaked to the bone, and let out a sigh. “Well, that’s unfortunate.”
I passed Ava and Lily some towels, but Jessica was still fuming. “This is on you, Olivia! You saw it coming!”
I let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, sure. And you knew they were about to shove me—was I supposed to just stand there and take it?”
Jessica scoffed, shaking her head. “Unbelievable.”
“No, you are, Jessica,” I shot back.
I turned away, grabbed my drink, and took a slow, deliberate sip.
Happy freakin’ birthday to me.
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The morning after my disastrous birthday, I woke up groggy, still irritated by everything that had unfolded. I reached for my phone, hoping to see a funny meme or maybe a belated birthday wish. Instead, a text from Jessica popped up.
It was a link.
Curious, I tapped on it, and my eyes widened. It led to an Apple store page showcasing two brand-new iPhones—top-of-the-line, the most expensive models available.
My stomach dropped as I scrolled down and saw the price.
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Then her text popped up.
Jessica: Since YOU let them fall, YOU need to replace their phones. This is YOUR fault.
I sat up, staring at the screen in disbelief. Was she serious?
Me: You cannot be serious.
The typing bubbles appeared immediately.
Jessica: You’re an adult. You should’ve just let them push you in. It’s not like water would’ve hurt you.
I let out a dry, humorless laugh. The sheer nerve. She actually believed I was to blame for her kids’ phones—because I didn’t let them shove me into the pool?
I was done being polite.
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Me: Don’t you dare try to make me feel guilty.
She didn’t respond.
I took that as a win, tossed my phone onto the nightstand, and went about my day, assuming this ridiculous situation was finally over.
I was wrong.
The next afternoon, my doorbell rang. I opened it to find Jessica standing there.
With balloons.
For a split second, I thought maybe she had come to apologize, maybe even make amends for how she had acted. But then I noticed the car behind her—Mark was unloading decorations from the trunk.
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That’s when it hit me. Weeks ago, long before all of this drama, I had agreed to host Ava’s birthday party. At my house. By the pool.
Jessica’s smirk was as smug as ever. “Why do you look so surprised? We’re here for the party!”
My blood ran hot.
I crossed my arms. “You seriously think you can demand money from me one day and then waltz over expecting me to throw your kid’s party the next?”
Jessica let out an exaggerated sigh, as if I were the unreasonable one. “Well, obviously,” she said matter-of-factly. “You still owe us for the phones, but that’s a separate thing.”
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I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Oh, it’s separate? You mean like how my house and my generosity are separate from your entitlement?” I stepped back and pointed toward the street. “Get out.”
Her smug expression vanished instantly.
Jessica’s face twisted in frustration. “You’re being a b—” She caught herself, glancing at Ava beside her before quickly adjusting her tone. “This is for my daughter! You’re punishing her over a harmless prank!”
I shrugged. “No, you punished her. You wanted me to be the villain? Fine. I’ll play the part.”
And with that, I slammed the door in her face.
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I stood at my front door, arms folded, watching Jessica unravel in my driveway. She was still ranting, her voice shrill with outrage as she stomped back and forth, flailing her arms like a madwoman.
“She is so selfish! She ruined everything!” she screeched, fully aware that the neighbors were tuned in.
Mark, the ever-passive observer, shifted uncomfortably near the car, pretending he couldn’t hear his wife’s meltdown. Ava, poor thing, just looked lost, probably wondering why her birthday party hadn’t started. The decorations meant for the celebration still sat untouched in their trunk.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement from across the street.
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I opened it, surprised to see my usually quiet neighbor standing there with an air of authority. She gave me a knowing smile before turning back to Jessica.
“I believe you owe Liv an apology,” Mrs. Thompson said calmly, tilting her phone slightly so I could catch a glimpse of the screen.
Jessica swallowed hard, her face still ghostly pale. “I—this isn’t—” she stammered, but the fire in her voice was gone.
Mrs. Thompson arched a brow. “Would you like me to send this to the rest of the family group chat? Or perhaps Mark would be interested?”
Jessica’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Fine,” she muttered. Then, barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry.”
Mrs. Thompson nodded approvingly. “That’s more like it.” Then she patted my arm and winked. “Happy belated birthday, dear.”
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“Hey, Mrs. Thompson,” I greeted, raising an eyebrow.
She offered a warm smile, her eyes glinting with amusement. “She won’t be pestering you about those phones anymore.”
I glanced over at Jessica, whose face had gone pale, like she wanted to melt into the pavement.
“Oh?” I asked, a smirk creeping onto my lips. “And why’s that?”
Mrs. Thompson’s grin widened as she leaned in slightly, her voice just low enough to make it feel like a shared secret. “I simply mentioned that I happen to have a rather interesting video of her kids trying to shove me into the pool. And if she insists on this ridiculous phone nonsense, well… I’d be more than happy to share it with the police.”
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Mrs. Thompson patted my arm with a satisfied grin. “People like her always think they can get away with anything. Sometimes, they just need a little reminder that they can’t.”
I let out another laugh, feeling lighter than I had in days. “Well, I owe you one. That was brilliant.”
She waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, nonsense. Consider it a birthday gift.”
We stood there for a moment, watching the dust settle from Jessica’s dramatic exit. Then Mrs. Thompson gave me one last wink before heading back to her house.
As I closed the door behind me, I realized something—this was the best birthday present I could’ve asked for.
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By the next morning, the family group chat was overflowing with messages. My mom, ever the mediator, attempted to mend the situation. My dad wisely stayed out of it, likely enjoying his coffee in peace. Mark sent a lukewarm “Sorry about that”—which, as usual, meant absolutely nothing.
Jessica? Silent.
But then, just as I took the last sip of my morning coffee, a new message popped up.
Jessica: Ava’s party was ruined because of you. Hope you’re happy.
I stared at the screen for a moment—then smirked.
Me: Oh, I am. Appreciate the update.
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