I was lying in my hospital bed, exhausted but overwhelmed with joy as I held my newborn twin daughters close. After years of struggling with infertility and a difficult pregnancy, this moment was everything I had dreamed of. I couldn’t wait to share the news with my husband, Mark, and hoped he’d be just as happy as I was.

But when Mark finally arrived, his face was cold and unreadable. Instead of joy, he showed disgust and anger at the sight of our daughters. He accused me of tricking him and insisted that he wanted boys to carry on his family name — his words cutting deeper than I ever imagined possible.

Mark’s cruel rejection broke my heart, and he left the hospital that day, refusing to be part of our family. To make things worse, his mother called me with harsh insults and blame, turning everyone against me. I was alone, facing the overwhelming task of raising our girls without any support.

Despite the pain, I found strength through legal help and the support of friends. I shared my daughters’ milestones with the world, showing their joy and beauty. When Mark tried to confront me later, I stood firm — our life was now about love, resilience, and building a future with my daughters, without him.