I always dreamed that having a baby would bring us closer. But my husband’s mother had other plans. She controlled everything, and my husband let her. I tried to set boundaries, but nothing prepared me for the betrayal that left me standing at the door with my newborn in my arms.
My MIL is insane! She never liked me, but ever since I got pregnant, she’s gone off the deep end. She butted into every single decision we made, yelling at me ALL THE TIME. At our ultrasound, when we found out we were having a girl, she lost it. Right there, in front of everyone, she started screaming, “You couldn’t even give my son a boy! You’re a total FAILURE!” Jeez, it was horrible.
Then came the labor. God, I wouldn’t wish that pain on my worst enemy. I was beyond exhausted, about to faint, and I could hear the doctors whispering the worst. After hours of agony, I gave birth to my baby girl… and blacked out. When I woke up, they told me it was a MIRACLE I survived. I was totally weak, I wasn’t supposed to stress myself out. Then, sure, my MIL busted into the room, yelling at me like a maniac! When the nurse brought my baby in, she ripped her right out of the nurse’s hands! She literally TOOK MY DAUGHTER FROM ME!
I had hoped she would calm down after the baby was born. A week later, I realized how wrong I was.
I was feeding my daughter when she walked in, her expression full of contempt. Without a word, she handed my husband an envelope.
Jessica’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction. “Open it, Bill. It’s a DNA test. I always knew Carol cheated on you.”
His brow furrowed as he pulled out the paper. The color drained from his face.
He turned to me, his voice cold and sharp. “Pack your things. You have one hour. After that… TAKE THE BABY AND GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.”
With trembling hands, I stuffed Eliza’s tiny clothes into a bag, my vision blurred with tears.
He had thrown us out like we meant nothing. Eliza was his daughter. I had never been unfaithful. But the truth didn’t matter.
I went to my mother’s house. Days later, once I had regained some strength, I left Eliza with my mom and went to find Bill.
I handed him an envelope. “This is the real DNA test. I took your toothbrush—just in case you hadn’t noticed.”
He ripped it open, his eyes darting over the page. “99.9%,” he murmured.
Bill’s eyes met mine, filled with regret. “Carol, I was wrong. I truly thought she wasn’t mine. But now that I know the truth, I want you both back.”
I clenched my fists. “You don’t deserve to be her father. You never even doubted Jessica’s lies. You never once thought about Eliza or me.”
His voice wavered. “Please. I’ll cut her out of my life. Just give me another chance.”
I took a deep breath and stepped back. “I’m filing for divorce. I want full custody.”
As I got into my car, I heard him call my name. But I didn’t look back. Eliza and I would be just fine.
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