I always believed that having a baby would bring us closer. But I never expected that my husband’s mother would tear us apart. She controlled everything, and my husband let her. I tried setting boundaries, but nothing prepared me for the betrayal that left me standing at the door with my newborn in my arms—alone.
From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I felt like the happiest person in the world. Bill and I had dreamed of this for so long, imagining the day we’d finally hold our baby.
But I wasn’t the only one waiting for this child.
Bill’s mother, Jessica, had been waiting too—just not in the way a grandmother should.
She had never liked me, never even pretended to. From the beginning, she made it clear I wasn’t good enough for her son.
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