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After giving birth to my twin daughters, I thought my husband would choose us over his mother—but he didn’t. Instead, I got a hurried call: Derek couldn’t pick us up from the hospital because his mother was suddenly “sick.”
I grabbed a taxi, expecting to find a worried mother-in-law or a minor emergency. Instead, I arrived home to a front yard scattered with our belongings and a note taped to my suitcase: “Get out of here with your little moochers! I know everything. Derek.”
Rage and disbelief consumed me. I drove to the hospital, confronted Derek, and told him everything. Shock turned to fury on his face. He immediately drove home with me, and this time he confronted Lorraine.
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