My husband kicked me and our newborn daughter out because of my mother-in-law’s vile scheme: I had to take revenge

I always knew my mother-in-law didn’t like me. But I could never have imagined how far it would go.

When I got pregnant, she completely lost her mind. She meddled in everything — from choosing the crib to deciding what we had for dinner. She kept shouting that I “wasn’t worthy” of her son.

And when the ultrasound showed we were having a girl, she made such a scene that the nurses nearly called the police.

“You can’t even give him a son. You’re worthless!” she screamed across the whole room.

I was so ashamed and terrified at the same time.

When labor began, I hoped things would change. But in vain.

She barged into the delivery room despite the doctors’ orders. As soon as the nurse handed me my daughter, my mother-in-law snatched her from my arms and hugged her like she was her own child. I nearly fainted in horror.

A week went by. I was trying to adjust to my new life and take care of the baby while my husband was at work. One evening, my mother-in-law came in holding a thick envelope. Without a word, she handed it to my husband.

He opened it. His face darkened, and his hands started to shake.

“What is this?” I asked, already feeling fear rising.

He looked at me as if I were a stranger.

“Pack your things,” he said in an icy voice. “You and the child — out of my house. I give you one hour…”

It turned out the envelope contained a negative paternity test.

My heart broke. I tried to explain, I begged him to at least listen.

“Are you crazy? That’s your daughter! I never cheated on you!”

“Stop lying! The DNA results are black and white!” he shouted, clenching his fists.

My mother-in-law stood in the corner, smiling.

That night I was kicked out. I stood there in the pouring rain with my tiny baby, not knowing where to go.

Weeks later, I managed to find shelter with a friend. I was exhausted from sleepless nights and despair. But deep down, there was a small spark — I knew I had to get to the truth.

I found the laboratory where they supposedly did the test and asked for a retest.

And the truth came out.

It turned out my mother-in-law had used fake documents — she had falsified the results herself. The real test confirmed that my husband was indeed the father.

I sent him the real results. And for the first time since all this began, he called me back, his voice trembling:

“Forgive me… I… I didn’t know…”

“You believed a piece of paper more than you believed me,” I replied. “And you let your mother destroy our family.”

He begged me to come back, but I couldn’t anymore.

I chose myself and my daughter.