<blockquote class="pullquote align-center"><p>I always dreamed that having a baby would bring us closer. But my husband’s 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.</p></blockquote>
<p>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’d finally hold our baby in our arms.</p>
<p>But I wasn’t the only one waiting for this child. Bill’s mother, Jessica, had been waiting too—only in a way that made my life unbearable.</p>
<p>She had never liked me, never even pretended to. From the very beginning, she made it clear that I wasn’t good enough for her son.</p>
<p>“Bill deserves someone better,” she would say, shaking her head whenever I was around.</p>
<p>But the moment she found out I was pregnant, everything changed. And not in a good way.</p>
<p>It was as if the baby belonged to her, not me. She insisted on being involved in everything.</p>
<p>“You need me to come with you to the doctor,” she’d say, already grabbing her coat before I could protest.</p>
<blockquote class="pullquote align-center"><p>“I know what’s best.”</p></blockquote>
<p>When we started preparing for the baby, she took over completely. She picked out furniture, dismissed my choices, and even declared, “The nursery should be blue. You’ll have a boy.”</p>
<p>My pregnancy was already miserable. I had constant nausea, barely able to eat.</p>
<p>But Jessica didn’t care. She would come over, fill the house with the smell of greasy food, and smile as Bill enjoyed her cooking.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, I was stuck in the bathroom, sick to my stomach.I couldn’t take it anymore. I told Bill to stop sharing any details with her.</p>
<p>But somehow, when we arrived at the clinic for the ultrasound—the one where we’d find out the baby’s gender—Jessica was already there, sitting in the waiting room like she belonged. I froze. How did she even know?</p>
<p>“It’s a girl,” the doctor said.</p>
<p>I squeezed Bill’s hand, my heart pounding. We had dreamed of this moment.</p>
<p>A daughter. A beautiful little girl. I turned to Bill, expecting him to share my excitement.</p>
<p>His face lit up with joy. But then I saw Jessica. Her mouth pressed into a thin line.</p>
<p>“You couldn’t even give my son a boy,” she sneered. “He needed an heir.”</p>
<p>I stared at her, my hands tightening into fists. “An heir to what? His video game collection?” My voice came out sharper than I intended. “And just so you know, the father determines the baby’s gender, not the mother.”</p>
<p>Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “That’s a lie,” she snapped. “Your body is the problem! You aren’t strong enough. You were never right for my son.”</p>
<p>The doctor cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly. A nurse glanced at me with sympathy. I forced myself to stay calm, rubbing my temples. “Let’s go, Bill,” I muttered.</p>
<p>Once we were in the car, I turned to him. “How did she find out about the appointment?”</p>
<p>Bill avoided my eyes. “I told her.”</p>
<p>Anger bubbled inside me. “I asked you not to! She stresses me out too much!”</p>
<p>“She’s the grandmother,” he said.</p>
<p>I shook my head. “And I’m your wife! I’m carrying our daughter! Don’t you care how I feel?”</p>
<p>“Just ignore her,” Bill said.</p>
<p>Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one being attacked. He wasn’t the one feeling completely alone. My own husband wouldn’t protect me.</p>
<p>When labor started, pain crashed over me like a wave. My vision blurred. My body trembled. It was too soon.</p>
<p>The contractions hit hard and fast, each one stealing my breath. Bill rushed me to the hospital, barely making it in time.</p>
<p>Nurses surrounded me. Bright lights burned my eyes. The pain was unbearable.</p>
<p>I gripped Bill’s hand, gasping. “I can’t—”</p>
<p>“You’re doing great,” he said, but his face was pale.</p>
<p>Then everything went wrong.</p>
<p>The 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’t let me.</p>
<p>“Please,” I begged, my voice weak. “Give her to me.”</p>
<p>“You’re losing too much blood!” a doctor shouted.</p>
<p>The world spun. The voices faded. Then—nothing.</p>
<p>I wasn’t the first person to hold my daughter. When I finally regained consciousness, my body felt like an empty shell.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>The doctor had told me later that my survival was a miracle. They hadn’t expected me to make it.</p>
<p>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’s face, made my stomach turn.</p>
<p>Then the door burst open. Jessica stormed in, her face tight with anger.</p>
<p>“You didn’t even tell me you were in labor!” she snapped.</p>
<p>Bill sighed. “It happened too fast.”</p>
<p>“That’s no excuse!” Jessica hissed.</p>
<p>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’s arms.</p>
<p class="ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36">“What a beautiful girl,” Jessica said, rocking my daughter in her arms. Her voice was soft, but her eyes held triumph.</p>
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<p class="ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36">I reached for my baby, but Jessica didn’t hand her over.</p>
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<p class="ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36">“She needs to be fed,” the nurse said, stepping closer.</p>
<p>Jessica barely glanced at her. “Then give her formula.”</p>
<p>I forced myself to sit up despite the weakness in my body. “I’m going to breastfeed her.”</p>
<p>Jessica’s lips tightened. “But then you’ll always be taking her away from me! You won’t be able to leave her with me!” Her voice rose, sharp and accusing.</p>
<p>Bill finally stepped in. He pried our daughter from Jessica’s grip and placed her in my arms.</p>
<p>The moment I held her, I burst into tears, overwhelmed by how much I loved her. She was mine. She was worth everything.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Jessica, of course, made things worse. She came over almost daily, ignoring my exhaustion. She refused to call my daughter by her real name. “Little Lillian,” she would say, smiling as if she had a say in it.</p>
<p>“It’s Eliza,” I corrected.</p>
<p>Jessica didn’t even acknowledge me. Bill never corrected her either.</p>
<p>One 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.</p>
<p>Bill frowned as he took the envelope from Jessica’s hands. “What’s this?”</p>
<p>Jessica’s lips curled into a smirk. “Proof. I knew Carol wasn’t right for you. I knew she wasn’t faithful.”</p>
<p>My grip on Eliza tightened. My heart pounded. “What nonsense is this?” I demanded.</p>
<p>Jessica’s eyes gleamed. “Open it. It’s a DNA test.” She shoved the envelope toward Bill.</p>
<p>Bill’s fingers trembled as he tore it open. His eyes scanned the paper. His face darkened.</p>
<p>He turned to me, jaw clenched. “You and the baby need to be out of here within an hour,” he said. His voice was cold. Then, without another word, he stormed out.</p>
<p>I gasped. My legs shook. “What?! What did you do?!” I screamed at Jessica.</p>
<p>She folded her arms. “You were never worthy of my son.”</p>
<p>I held Eliza closer. “You wanted this baby so badly, and now you want to throw her away?!” My voice cracked. “That test isn’t even real!”</p>
<p>Jessica scoffed. “You won’t even let me take her because you’re breastfeeding. Bill deserves a proper wife. One who will give me a grandson.”</p>
<p>Rage exploded inside me. “You’re insane!” I screamed.</p>
<p>I packed Eliza’s tiny clothes, stuffing them into a bag with shaking hands. My vision blurred with tears.</p>
<p>I grabbed my own things, my heart pounding in my chest. Before leaving, I snatched Bill’s toothbrush.</p>
<p>As soon as I stepped outside, the cold air hit me. My knees buckled. I clutched Eliza close, my sobs breaking free.</p>
<p>My own husband—her father—had thrown us out like we were nothing. He hadn’t even looked at me twice.</p>
<p>He hadn’t asked questions. He had believed Jessica without hesitation. I knew the truth.</p>
<p>Eliza was his daughter. I had never betrayed him. But none of that mattered. He had chosen her over us.</p>
<p>I made my way to my mother’s house. The moment she opened the door, she gasped. “Carol? What happened?”</p>
<p>I broke down again. She pulled me inside, listening in horror as I told her everything. She held me as I cried.</p>
<p>Days passed. My body grew stronger. Once I had recovered enough, I left Eliza with my mom and went to see Bill.</p>
<p>I knocked on the door, my heart steady. Bill opened it, his face unreadable. “What do you want?” he asked.</p>
<p>Wordlessly, I handed him an envelope. “This is the real DNA test,” I said. “I took your toothbrush. In case you didn’t notice.”</p>
<p>His brows furrowed. “So that’s where it went.” He tore the envelope open. His eyes scanned the page. “99.9%,” he read aloud. His breath caught.</p>
<p>“Eliza is your daughter,” I said firmly.</p>
<p>Bill looked at me, his expression shifting. “Carol, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry I believed my mother.”</p>
<p>I shook my head. “No.”</p>
<p>His face fell. “I thought she wasn’t mine. But now that I know she is, I want you both to come back.”</p>
<p>I stared at him, my hands tightening. “You don’t deserve to be her father. You never questioned whether Jessica’s test was real. You didn’t 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.”</p>
<p>His voice broke. “Please. I’ll cut her off. Just come back.”</p>
<p>I took a step back. “I’m filing for divorce. I want full custody.”</p>
<p>“Carol—”</p>
<p>I turned away. “Goodbye, Bill.”</p>
<p>As I got into my car, I heard him call my name. But I drove away, knowing Eliza and I would be just fine.</p>
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After a Life-Threatening Childbirth, My Husband Wants to Kick Me and Our Baby Out Because of His Mother
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