I spent years chasing a dream — motherhood. After heartbreak, clinics, and prayers, I finally saw two pink lines. I told my husband, expecting joy. Instead, he asked if it was too late to undo it. Then came his mother’s “condition”: if it’s not a boy, I’m out.

They didn’t want me — only control. Behind my back, they plotted. His mother, cold. My husband, unfaithful. Veronica, his mistress. They were ready to push me out… until I beat them to it. At my baby shower — our moment — I revealed more than just the gender. I exposed their betrayal. The cake? Red. Inside? My wedding ring. I handed Aiden the divorce papers in front of everyone. es, it’s a girl. And she will grow up knowing her mother chose strength over silence. We walked away that day — free, fierce, and finally, enough.