Losing my husband broke me. But what happened just two days after his funeral shattered everything I thought I could rely on. My mother-in-law changed the locks and left me and my children homeless. She thought she’d finally won — but she had no idea she’d just made the biggest mistake of her life.
I married Jason two years ago. I knew his mother, Eleanor, didn’t approve. She never hid her disdain for me. Her eyes would always scan me up and down like I was something unpleasant stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
“She’ll come around, Mira,” Jason used to whisper, squeezing my hand under the dinner table while his mother ignored my presence and spoke only to him.
But Eleanor never did come around. Not to me, and definitely not to Ava (5) and Noah (7), my children from my previous marriage.
I’ll never forget the time I overheard her whispering to a friend in her kitchen during Sunday dinner.
“They aren’t even his,” she said. “She roped him in with a ready-made family. Typical gold-digger behavior.”
I froze in the hallway, the dinner plates in my hands trembling.
That night, I broke down. “Your mother thinks I used you for money. She doesn’t even see Ava and Noah as part of your family.”
Jason’s expression hardened. “I’ll handle it.”
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