\nBut the moment she found out I was pregnant, everything changed. And not in a good way.\n
I always dreamed that having a baby would bring us closer. But my husband\u2019s 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.\n
When I first found out I was pregnant, I felt like the happiest person in the world. Bill and I had dreamed about this for so long, imagining the day we\u2019d finally hold our baby in our arms.\n
But I wasn\u2019t the only one waiting for this child. Bill\u2019s mother, Jessica, had been waiting too\u2014only in a way that made my life unbearable.\n
She had never liked me, never even pretended to. From the very beginning, she made it clear that I wasn\u2019t good enough for her son.\n
\u201cBill deserves someone better,\u201d she would say, shaking her head whenever I was around.\n
\nBut the moment she found out I was pregnant, everything changed. And not in a good way.\n
It was as if the baby belonged to her, not me. She insisted on being involved in everything.\n
\u201cYou need me to come with you to the doctor,\u201d she\u2019d say, already grabbing her coat before I could protest.\n
\u201cI know what\u2019s best.\u201d\n
When we started preparing for the baby, she took over completely. She picked out furniture, dismissed my choices, and even declared, \u201cThe nursery should be blue. You\u2019ll have a boy.\u201d\n
My pregnancy was already miserable. I had constant nausea, barely able to eat.But Jessica didn\u2019t care. She would come over, fill the house with the smell of greasy food, and smile as Bill enjoyed her cooking.\n
Meanwhile, I was stuck in the bathroom, sick to my stomach.I couldn\u2019t take it anymore. I told Bill to stop sharing any details with her.\n
But somehow, when we arrived at the clinic for the ultrasound\u2014the one where we\u2019d find out the baby\u2019s gender\u2014Jessica was already there, sitting in the waiting room like she belonged. I froze. How did she even know?\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a girl,\u201d the doctor said.
\nI squeezed Bill\u2019s hand, my heart pounding. We had dreamed of this moment.\n
A daughter. A beautiful little girl. I turned to Bill, expecting him to share my excitement.\n
His face lit up with joy. But then I saw Jessica. Her mouth pressed into a thin line.\n
\u201cYou couldn\u2019t even give my son a boy,\u201d she sneered. \u201cHe needed an heir.\u201d\n
I stared at her, my hands tightening into fists. \u201cAn heir to what? His video game collection?\u201d My voice came out sharper than I intended. \u201cAnd just so you know, the father determines the baby\u2019s gender, not the mother.\u201d\n
Jessica\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cThat\u2019s a lie,\u201d she snapped. \u201cYour body is the problem! You aren\u2019t strong enough. You were never right for my son.\u201d\n
The doctor cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly. A nurse glanced at me with sympathy. I forced myself to stay calm, rubbing my temples. \u201cLet\u2019s go, Bill,\u201d I muttered.\n
Once we were in the car, I turned to him. \u201cHow did she find out about the appointment?\u201d\n
Bill avoided my eyes. \u201cI told her.\u201d
\nAnger bubbled inside me. \u201cI asked you not to! She stresses me out too much!\u201d\n
\u201cShe\u2019s the grandmother,\u201d he said.\n
I shook my head. \u201cAnd I\u2019m your wife! I\u2019m carrying our daughter! Don\u2019t you care how I feel?\u201d\n
\u201cJust ignore her,\u201d Bill said.\n
Easy for him to say. He wasn\u2019t the one being attacked. He wasn\u2019t the one feeling completely alone. My own husband wouldn\u2019t protect me.\n
When labor started, pain crashed over me like a wave. My vision blurred. My body trembled. It was too soon.\n
The contractions hit hard and fast, each one stealing my breath. Bill rushed me to the hospital, barely making it in time.\n
Nurses surrounded me. Bright lights burned my eyes. The pain was unbearable.\n
I gripped Bill\u2019s hand, gasping. \u201cI can\u2019t\u2014\u201d\n
\u201cYou\u2019re doing great,\u201d he said, but his face was pale.\n
Then everything went wrong.
\nThe doctors took my daughter away the moment she was born. I reached for her, desperate to hold her, to see her tiny face. But they didn\u2019t let me.\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d I begged, my voice weak. \u201cGive her to me.\u201d\n
\u201cYou\u2019re losing too much blood!\u201d a doctor shouted.\n
The world spun. The voices faded. Then\u2014nothing.\n
I wasn\u2019t the first person to hold my daughter. When I finally regained consciousness, my body felt like an empty shell.\n
Every breath felt like a battle, my chest barely rising under the weight of exhaustion. My skin was cold, my hands weak as I tried to move.\n
The doctor had told me later that my survival was a miracle. They hadn\u2019t expected me to make it.\n
I had come too close to the edge, my body drained of too much blood. The realization that I could have died, that I almost never got to see my daughter\u2019s face, made my stomach turn.\n
Then the door burst open. Jessica stormed in, her face tight with anger.\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t even tell me you were in labor!\u201d she snapped.
\nBill sighed. \u201cIt happened too fast.\u201d\n
\u201cThat\u2019s no excuse!\u201d Jessica hissed.\n
A nurse finally entered, holding my daughter. My heart clenched. But before I could reach for her, Jessica stepped forward and snatched her from the nurse\u2019s arms.\n
\u201cWhat a beautiful girl,\u201d Jessica said, rocking my daughter in her arms. Her voice was soft, but her eyes held triumph.\n
I reached for my baby, but Jessica didn\u2019t hand her over.\n
\u201cShe needs to be fed,\u201d the nurse said, stepping closer.
\nJessica barely glanced at her. \u201cThen give her formula.\u201d\n
I forced myself to sit up despite the weakness in my body. \u201cI\u2019m going to breastfeed her.\u201d\n
Jessica\u2019s lips tightened. \u201cBut then you\u2019ll always be taking her away from me! You won\u2019t be able to leave her with me!\u201d Her voice rose, sharp and accusing.\n
Bill finally stepped in. He pried our daughter from Jessica\u2019s grip and placed her in my arms.\n
The moment I held her, I burst into tears, overwhelmed by how much I loved her. She was mine. She was worth everything.\n
Only two weeks had passed since the birth, but my body still felt heavy. Every movement drained me. Bill had taken leave from work to help, but I still struggled.\n
Jessica, of course, made things worse. She came over almost daily, ignoring my exhaustion. She refused to call my daughter by her real name. \u201cLittle Lillian,\u201d she would say, smiling as if she had a say in it.\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Eliza,\u201d I corrected.\n
Jessica didn\u2019t even acknowledge me. Bill never corrected her either.
\nOne afternoon, she arrived uninvited again. This time, she held an envelope in her hand, gripping it tightly. Her eyes gleamed with something unsettling. My stomach twisted.\n
Bill frowned as he took the envelope from Jessica\u2019s hands. \u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d\n
Jessica\u2019s lips curled into a smirk. \u201cProof. I knew Carol wasn\u2019t right for you. I knew she wasn\u2019t faithful.\u201d\n
My grip on Eliza tightened. My heart pounded. \u201cWhat nonsense is this?\u201d I demanded.\n
Jessica\u2019s eyes gleamed. \u201cOpen it. It\u2019s a DNA test.\u201d She shoved the envelope toward Bill.\n
Bill\u2019s fingers trembled as he tore it open. His eyes scanned the paper. His face darkened.\n
He turned to me, jaw clenched. \u201cYou and the baby need to be out of here within an hour,\u201d he said. His voice was cold. Then, without another word, he stormed out.\n
I gasped. My legs shook. \u201cWhat?! What did you do?!\u201d I screamed at Jessica.\n
She folded her arms. \u201cYou were never worthy of my son.\u201d
\nI held Eliza closer. \u201cYou wanted this baby so badly, and now you want to throw her away?!\u201d My voice cracked. \u201cThat test isn\u2019t even real!\u201d\n
Jessica scoffed. \u201cYou won\u2019t even let me take her because you\u2019re breastfeeding. Bill deserves a proper wife. One who will give me a grandson.\u201d\n
Rage exploded inside me. \u201cYou\u2019re insane!\u201d I screamed.\n
I packed Eliza\u2019s tiny clothes, stuffing them into a bag with shaking hands. My vision blurred with tears.\n
I grabbed my own things, my heart pounding in my chest. Before leaving, I snatched Bill\u2019s toothbrush.\n
As soon as I stepped outside, the cold air hit me. My knees buckled. I clutched Eliza close, my sobs breaking free.\n
My own husband\u2014her father\u2014had thrown us out like we were nothing. He hadn\u2019t even looked at me twice.\n
He hadn\u2019t asked questions. He had believed Jessica without hesitation. I knew the truth.\n
Eliza was his daughter. I had never betrayed him. But none of that mattered. He had chosen her over us.\n
I made my way to my mother\u2019s house. The moment she opened the door, she gasped. \u201cCarol? What happened?\u201d\n
I broke down again. She pulled me inside, listening in horror as I told her everything. She held me as I cried.\n
Days passed. My body grew stronger. Once I had recovered enough, I left Eliza with my mom and went to see Bill.\n
I knocked on the door, my heart steady. Bill opened it, his face unreadable. \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d he asked.\n
Wordlessly, I handed him an envelope. \u201cThis is the real DNA test,\u201d I said. \u201cI took your toothbrush. In case you didn\u2019t notice.\u201d\n
His brows furrowed. \u201cSo that\u2019s where it went.\u201d He tore the envelope open. His eyes scanned the page. \u201c99.9%,\u201d he read aloud. His breath caught.\n
\u201cEliza is your daughter,\u201d I said firmly.\n
Bill looked at me, his expression shifting. \u201cCarol, I\u2019m so sorry,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m sorry I believed my mother.\u201d\n
I shook my head. \u201cNo.\u201d
\nHis face fell. \u201cI thought she wasn\u2019t mine. But now that I know she is, I want you both to come back.\u201d\n
I stared at him, my hands tightening. \u201cYou don\u2019t deserve to be her father. You never questioned whether Jessica\u2019s test was real. You didn\u2019t stop for a second to think about me or Eliza. I did this so you would know exactly what you lost. Because of your mother, you threw us away.\u201d\n
His voice broke. \u201cPlease. I\u2019ll cut her off. Just come back.\u201d\n
I took a step back. \u201cI\u2019m filing for divorce. I want full custody.\u201d\n
\u201cCarol\u2014\u201d\n
I turned away. \u201cGoodbye, Bill.\u201dAs I got into my car, I heard him call my name. But I drove away, knowing Eliza and I would be just fine.\n
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