Bethany will harass Jaden’s wife in Montana, and Lynette will kick Bethany out of the house......⬇️

 Bethany will harass Jaden’s wife in Montana, and Lynette will kick Bethany out of the house

Bitter Snow in Montana

Bethany arrived in Montana with a storm in her chest and a grudge she refused to unpack quietly.

She told herself she was just visiting—just passing through the wide skies and sharp air of Bozeman—but the truth gnawed at her. Jaden had moved on. Married. Settled. And worse, happy. That happiness felt like a personal insult.

Jaden’s wife, Claire, noticed Bethany almost immediately.

At first it was small things. Anonymous notes left on the windshield at the grocery store. Messages sent from burner accounts questioning her past, her marriage, her worth. Bethany always appeared nearby—at the café Claire favored, at the trailhead where she walked their dog—never saying much, but always watching.

Claire tried to brush it off. Montana bred tough people. But the pattern grew sharper. Bethany spread rumors at church gatherings, hinted that Claire had “stolen” Jaden, implied secrets that didn’t exist. The harassment felt intentional, precise, and deeply personal.

Jaden confronted Bethany once, outside a diner dusted with fresh snow.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked quietly.

Bethany smiled, thin and unconvincing. “I just think people deserve the truth.”

But there was no truth—only resentment.

Word eventually reached Lynette.

Lynette was Bethany’s sister, older by five years and wiser by experience. She’d opened her home to Bethany out of obligation and hope, believing a change of scenery might calm whatever storm Bethany carried. Instead, she watched that storm spill into other people’s lives.

When Claire finally broke down—trembling, exhausted, afraid—Lynette knew enough was enough.

That night, Lynette didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to.

“You’re done,” she said, standing in the doorway of the guest room. “Pack your things.”

Bethany laughed at first. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” Lynette replied. “You came here to heal, not to hurt people. I won’t let you turn this house into a launching point for cruelty.”

Bethany’s anger flared. She accused Lynette of betrayal, of choosing strangers over family. But Lynette stood firm, arms crossed, jaw set.

“Family doesn’t mean enabling,” she said. “And I won’t protect you from the consequences of your own behavior.”

By morning, Bethany’s suitcase sat by the door. The snow outside had settled into something clean and quiet, untouched.

Bethany left without saying goodbye.

In the weeks that followed, the harassment stopped. Claire slowly reclaimed her sense of safety. Jaden focused on his marriage, grateful for the calm. And Lynette, though saddened, felt something close to peace—knowing she had drawn a line that needed drawing.

Montana returned to what it did best: wide skies, cold air, and enough space for people to either grow—or walk away.