A woman targeted by her jealous ex-husband’s scheme to frame her is saved by divine intervention, exposing his plan and bringing justice.
Copyright © Priya Florence Shah
Lila Dawson leaned against the counter of her quaint bookstore, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. Rain tapped gently on the windows, blurring the view of the sleepy Arborville street outside.
After her contentious divorce from Jake, she had worked tirelessly to rebuild a life of stability for herself and her 10-year-old daughter, Rosie. The bookstore, her sanctuary, was a reflection of that effort—a place of peace, independence, and quiet joy.
Jake, however, hadn’t found the same peace.
Since their divorce two years ago, Jake’s resentment had only grown. His new girlfriend, Monica — a sharp-tongued woman with a penchant for stirring up drama — seemed to fan the flames.
Jake had recently been obsessing over how “well” Lila was doing without him, convinced she was flaunting her success.
What neither Lila nor anyone else knew was that Jake had taken out a life insurance policy on her years ago, listing Rosie as the sole beneficiary. If something happened to Lila, Jake could claim the policy as Rosie’s guardian.
***
Jake paced the living room of his small apartment, the faint smell of stale whiskey lingering in the air. Monica sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone with an exaggerated sigh.
“She’s too smug,” Monica muttered. “Every time we drop Rosie off, she’s glowing. She’s doing better without you, Jake, and you hate it. Admit it.”
Jake’s jaw tightened. “She’s not better. She’s lucky. I gave her that life, and she just… moved on like I didn’t matter.”
Monica tossed her phone onto the coffee table. “Well, if you want her to stop acting like she’s untouchable, maybe it’s time to remind her she’s not.”
Jake stopped pacing, an idea flickering to life in his mind. He sat next to Monica, lowering his voice. “There’s a way to make this work. Not just to take her down a notch — but to make sure Rosie ends up with me.”
Monica tilted her head. “What are you talking about?”
Jake smirked. “I’ve got an insurance policy on Lila. Rosie’s the beneficiary. If Lila goes down for something serious, and I get custody, I’ll control the money. We just need to plant something… illegal. And I know a guy who can help.”
Monica’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Jake Dawson, you are a genius.”
***
Unbeknownst to Jake and Monica, Lila wasn’t as vulnerable as they thought. A divine force watched over her — an unseen presence that had protected her through countless challenges. That night, as Lila tucked Rosie into bed, she felt a strange warmth settle over her.
“Mom,” Rosie murmured sleepily, “I had a dream about Grandma again. She said to tell you… ‘no weapon formed against you will win.’”
Lila froze, her heart skipping a beat. Her late mother had always said those words. “Grandma loved you so much,” Lila said softly, kissing Rosie’s forehead.
But the words lingered, wrapping around her like a shield.
***
Officer Trent wasn’t a man of high morals. Known for bending the rules for the right price, he had debts that far outweighed his conscience. When Monica approached him with a wad of cash and a plan to plant drugs in Lila’s home, Trent didn’t hesitate.
On a stormy Friday night, Trent loaded the evidence bag into his cruiser and headed for Lila’s house. The rain blurred his vision, but his thoughts were on the payoff. The plan was foolproof — or so he thought.
As he sped down the winding road leading to Lila’s neighborhood, his headlights caught the sudden flash of a deer darting across the road. He swerved violently, the cruiser skidding out of control. It slammed into a massive oak tree, the impact crushing the front end.
Trent’s vision blurred, and as he slipped into unconsciousness, he saw something — or someone. A glowing figure, radiant and calm, stood in the rain. Though it said nothing, its presence filled him with dread.
The evidence bag lay shredded in the wreckage, its contents ruined by the rain. Officer Trent died before help arrived.
***
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The next morning, Lila was startled by a knock on her door. Sheriff Mallory stood on the porch, his hat in hand and a grim expression on his face.
“Lila,” he began, stepping inside, “I need to talk to you about something unusual.”
She nodded, her stomach twisting.
“There was an accident last night. Officer Trent… he didn’t make it. But we found something odd in his car. A bag of… controlled substances, with your name on it.”
Lila’s heart raced. “What? Why would my name be on it?”
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Mallory said, his voice kind. “Do you have any enemies?”
Her mind immediately went to Jake.
***
As Mallory dug deeper, he discovered Jake’s connection to Trent and the evidence bag. Confronted with mounting proof, Monica cracked first, her bravado crumbling under pressure.
“It was Jake’s idea!” she sobbed. “He said we’d frame Lila and get custody of Rosie. He wanted that stupid insurance money!”
Jake, cornered and panicking, lashed out. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this! Trent was supposed to do his job. Lila had it coming!”
Sheriff Mallory’s stern glare silenced him. “What you did wasn’t just reckless, Jake. It was evil.”
***
Jake was arrested, and the life insurance policy was voided under suspicion of fraud. Monica disappeared from Arborville, with her reputation shattered. Lila, though shaken, felt a newfound sense of strength.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, she sat on the porch with Rosie. The air smelled of rain-soaked earth, and fireflies danced in the yard.
“Mom,” Rosie said, holding her mother’s hand, “do you think Grandma really sent an angel to help us?”
Lila smiled softly, her heart full. “I think she’s always watching over us, sweetheart. Always.”
In the quiet that followed, Lila found peace. The scars of Jake’s betrayal would fade, but the love and protection surrounding her would remain forever.
Justice had been served, not through human hands but through divine intervention, leaving behind a bittersweet reminder of the light that triumphs over darkness.
***
