I chose to get revenge when my husband expelled me and our newborn daughter due to my mother-in-law’s nasty scheme.
I knew all the time that my mother-in-law didn’t like me. But I didn’t know how far it would go.
When I got pregnant, she went completely wild. She meddled in every choice we made, including what to eat at supper and the crib. She was adamant that I was “unworthy” of her son.
Additionally, she created so much chaos that when the scan showed we were expecting a girl, the nurses nearly called the police.
Even having a son for him is impossible. “You’re worthless!” she shouted to everyone in the room.
I was embarrassed and scared at the same time.
When labor began, I hoped that would change. but in vain.
She barged into the delivery room in defiance of the doctors’ caution. As soon as the nurse handed my baby to me, my mother-in-law snatched her from my arms and embraced her as though she were her own. I nearly fainted in terror.
A week went by. I was trying to adjust to my new life and take care of the baby while my husband was at work. One evening, my mother-in-law came in with a big packet. Without a word, she handed it to my husband.
He opened it. His face clouded and his hands started to shake.
“What is this?” I asked, feeling more and more terrified.
He was like a total stranger to me.
“Pack your things,” he added in a chilly tone. “You and the child ought to leave my house. You have one hour.
A negative paternity test, as it turned out, was on its way.
My heart was broken. I tried to explain and begged him to at least listen.
“Are you crazy? That’s your daughter! You were never betrayed by me!
“Stop lying! The DNA findings are unmistakable! He shouted, his hands clenched.
My mother-in-law was standing in the corner, smiling.
That night, I was kicked out. I stood there in the pouring rain with my little baby, unsure of where to go.
A few weeks later, I managed to find safety with a friend. I was exhausted from sleepless nights and melancholy. In the back of my mind, though, there was a tiny spark that told me I had to discover the truth.
I found the lab where the test was allegedly performed and asked for a duplicate.
Then the truth came out.
It found out that my mother-in-law had used fake documents and made up the results herself. My husband was identified as the biological father by the actual test.
I sent him the exact findings. And for the first time since this began, he called me back, his voice trembling:
Excuse me… I didn’t know.
“You trusted a piece of paper more than you trusted me,” I replied. “And you let your mother destroy our family.”
He pleaded with me to come back, but I couldn’t.
I chose myself and my child.
