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.

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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?”

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“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.

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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?”