The Attack
No flowers. No smile. No joy.
Her first words hit like poison.
“I knew it! This baby isn’t my son’s!”
I was too shocked to speak.
I managed to whisper, “That’s nonsense — she has her father’s nose.”
But my mother-in-law sneered, eyes burning with hatred.
“A nose? Please. Any stranger could have that nose! You liar! You ruined my son’s life and trapped him!”
I clutched my baby tighter, tears blurring my vision.
But she didn’t stop. Her voice grew sharper, crueler.
“Look at you — you call yourself a mother? You’re filthy, pathetic, with those dark circles under your eyes! And this—” she jabbed her finger toward the newborn “—this mistake will grow up just like you!”
That was it.
Something inside me shattered.
