After giving birth to my first children, I hoped my husband would finally prioritize us over his mother, but I was wrong. This time, he sided with her one last time, and I decided to expose her for the manipulative liar she truly was.
You’d think bringing home your newborn twins would be one of the happiest moments of your life. For me, it started that way but quickly turned into a nightmare.
After three exhausting days in the hospital recovering from a grueling delivery, I was finally discharged and ready to head home with my beautiful twin daughters, Ella and Sophie.
I had dreamed of this moment for months—Derek, my husband, picking us up with flowers, tears of joy in his eyes as he held one of the girls for the first time. But instead, I received a hurried phone call that shattered those expectations.
“Hey, baby,” Derek began, his voice tense. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t pick you guys up as planned.”
“What?” I asked, adjusting Sophie’s blanket. “Derek, I just had twins. What could possibly be more important?”
“It’s my mom,” he interrupted. “She’s having chest pains. I need to take her to the hospital near her.”
His words hit me like a slap. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Derek, I need you here!”
“I know,” he said, exasperated. “But this came up suddenly. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.”
Fighting back tears of frustration, I replied, “Fine. I’ll get a taxi.”
“Thank you,” he mumbled before hanging up.
I knew Derek wouldn’t be back that day—his mother lived in another city, and given his devotion to her, he would stay as long as she needed. Resigned, I bundled the girls into their car seats and hailed a cab home.
When we arrived, I froze. My belongings—suitcases, diaper bags, even the crib mattress—were scattered across the lawn. My heart sank. I paid the driver and stepped out, panic rising as I approached the front door.
My key didn’t work. Confused, I tried again. Nothing. Then I saw it—a folded note taped to a suitcase.
“Get out of here with your little moochers. I know everything. Derek.”
My heart stopped. This couldn’t be real. The man who held my hand through every appointment, who cried at our daughters’ first heartbeats, wouldn’t do this. Desperate for answers, I called him, but my calls went straight to voicemail.
In tears, I called my mom. “Derek changed the locks and left a note. Mom, I don’t know what to do.”
She arrived quickly, her fury palpable. “This doesn’t make sense. Derek loves you and the girls!” she said, helping me gather my things. “Let’s go to my house until we figure this out.”
That night, I barely slept, consumed by confusion and anxiety. The next morning, determined to get answers, I left the twins with Mom and drove back to the house. Peering through the windows, I was stunned to see Derek’s mother, Lorraine, calmly sipping tea.
I banged on the door. “Lorraine! What’s going on?”
She opened the door with a smirk. “Oh, Jenna. Didn’t you see the note? You’re not welcome here.”
“Where’s Derek?” I demanded.
“At the hospital, taking care of his sick mother,” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“You’re standing right here!” I shouted. “You lied to him, didn’t you?”
Her smirk widened. “And what if I did?”
“Why would you do this?” I asked, incredulous.
“Because our family needs a boy to carry on the name, and you gave us two useless girls,” she said coldly. “I knew you’d ruin Derek’s life, so I took matters into my own hands.”
Her confession left me reeling. She had faked her illness, locked me out, and stolen Derek’s phone to sever our communication—all because she didn’t approve of my daughters.
Furious, I drove to the hospital where Derek was waiting. When I told him what happened, his shock turned to rage. “She did what?” he exclaimed before storming out.
At home, we found Lorraine still smugly sipping tea. But her confidence faltered as Derek confronted her. “Mom, what did you do?”
“I was protecting you,” she insisted. “You deserve better—”
“Enough!” he interrupted. “You lied, manipulated me, and threw my wife and newborns out of their home. Get out. You’re no longer welcome in our lives.”
Lorraine left, defeated, and Derek turned to me with tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I let her come between us, but never again.”
In that moment, I knew our family would be stronger than ever. What do you think of this story? Let me know in the comments!
