My husband threw me and our newborn daughter out because of my mother-in-law’s vile act: I had no choice but to get revenge 😢😢
I always knew my mother-in-law didn’t like me. But I could never have imagined how far she would go.
When I got pregnant, she completely lost her mind. She meddled in everything — from picking out the baby crib to deciding what we should have for dinner. She constantly screamed that I was “not worthy” of her son, that I was a “low-class country girl with no family or background.”
And when the ultrasound showed we were having a girl, she threw such a tantrum that the nurses nearly called the police.
— You can’t even give birth to a son. You’re worthless! — she yelled so loud the whole clinic could hear.
I felt ashamed and terrified at the same time.
When labor started, I hoped things would change. But I was wrong.
She burst into the delivery room despite the doctors’ orders. As soon as the nurse brought my daughter in, my mother-in-law snatched her right out of her hands and hugged her like she was her own. I nearly passed out from fear.
A week went by. I was trying to adjust to the new life and care for my baby while my husband was at work. One evening, my mother-in-law walked into the room holding a thick envelope. Without saying a word, she handed it to my husband.
He opened it. His face darkened. His hands started to shake.
— What’s that? — I asked, already sensing something was terribly wrong.
He looked at me as if I were a complete stranger.
— Pack your things, — he said coldly. — And get out of my house with the child. You’ve got one hour…
It turned out that the envelope contained a negative paternity test.
Something inside me broke. I tried to explain, begged him to at least listen.
— Are you insane? She’s your daughter! I’ve never cheated on you!
— Stop lying! The DNA results are black and white! — he shouted, clenching his fists.
My mother-in-law stood in the corner, smiling.
I was thrown out that same evening. Holding my tiny daughter, I stood in the pouring rain, not knowing where to go.
Weeks later, I found shelter with a friend. I was barely functioning from sleepless nights and despair. But deep inside, a small spark kept me going — I knew I had to uncover the truth.
I found the lab where the test had supposedly been done. I asked to retake the DNA test.
And the truth came out.
It turned out my mother-in-law had used forged documents — she had faked the results herself. The real test confirmed that my husband was the father of our child.
I sent him the real results. For the first time in all this time, he called me. His voice was trembling:
— Forgive me… I… I didn’t know…
— You believed a piece of paper more than you believed me, — I said. — And you let your mother destroy our family.
He begged me to come back, but I couldn’t anymore.
I chose myself and my daughter.
We’ll be okay.
Without them.
