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 interfered in everythingfrom choosing the cot 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 couldnt even give him a son. Youre worthless!”* she shrieked across the room.
I was humiliatedand terrified.
When labour began, I hoped things might change. But no such luck.
She barged into the delivery room, ignoring the doctors orders. The moment the midwife handed me my daughter, my mother-in-law snatched her from my arms, cradling her like she was her own. I nearly fainted from shock.
A week passed. I tried adjusting to motherhood while my husband was at work. One evening, his mother walked in, clutching a thick envelope. She handed it to him silently.
He opened it. His face darkened, his 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, his voice icy. *”You and the baby are leaving. Im giving you one hour.”*
It turned out the envelope contained a fake paternity test.
I was shattered. I begged him to listen, to believe me.
*”Have you lost your mind? Shes your daughter! Ive never betrayed you!”*
*”Stop lying! The DNA results are right here!”* he shouted, fists clenched.
In the corner, my mother-in-law smiled.
That night, I was thrown out into the pouring rain with my newborn, nowhere to go.
Weeks later, a friend took us in. Exhausted and broken, I clung to one thoughtI had to prove the truth.
I found the lab where the test was supposedly done and demanded a real DNA analysis.
The truth came out.
Shed forged the papersmanipulated everything. The actual test confirmed my husband was the father.
I sent him the results. For the first time since that night, he called me, his voice shaking.
*”Im sorry I I didnt know”*
*”You trusted a piece of paper over me,”* I said. *”And you let your mother ruin our family.”*
He begged me to come back. But it was too late.
I chose myselfand my daughter.
