**Diary Entry**
I always knew my mother-in-law disliked me, but I never imagined how far shed go.
When I fell pregnant, she lost all reason. She meddled in everythingfrom the choice of crib to what we had for dinner. Shed scream that I wasnt “good enough” for her son. And when the ultrasound revealed we were having a girl, she made such a scene the nurses nearly called the police.
“You cant even give him a son. Youre worthless!” she shrieked across the room.
I was humiliated, terrified.
When labour began, I hoped things might change. No such luck.
She barged into the delivery room against the doctors orders. The moment the midwife handed me my daughter, she snatched the baby from my arms, cradling her as if she were her own. I nearly fainted from sheer panic.
A week passed. I tried adjusting to motherhood while my husband, James, worked. One evening, his mother marched in clutching a thick envelope. Silently, she handed it to him.
He opened it. His face darkened, hands trembling.
“What is it?” I asked, already dreading the answer.
He looked at me like I was a stranger.
“Pack your things,” he said, voice icy. “You and the baby are leaving. Youve got one hour.”
Turned out, the envelope contained a falsified paternity test.
I was shattered. I begged him to listen, to reason.
“Have you lost your mind? Shes your daughter! Ive never betrayed you!”
“Stop lying! The results are right here!” he shouted, fists clenched.
His mother stood in the corner, smirking.
That night, I was thrown out. I stood in the pouring rain, clutching my newborn, with nowhere to go.
Weeks later, a friend took us in. Exhausted and broken, I clung to one truthI had to prove my innocence.
I tracked down the lab where the test was supposedly done and demanded a new DNA analysis.
The truth came out.
His mother had forged the documentsshed manipulated the results. The real test confirmed James was the father.
I sent him the proof. For the first time in months, he called, voice shaking.
“Im sorry I didnt know”
“You trusted a piece of paper over me,” I replied. “And you let your mother destroy our family.”
He begged me to come back. But I couldnt.
I chose myselfand my little girl.
**Lesson learned:** Some wounds cut too deep. No apology can mend a heart thats been shattered by betrayal. Sometimes, walking away is the only way to keep yourself whole.
