My MIL Always Gave My Son the Worst Gifts Because He ‘Wasn’t Blood’ — Until He Taught Her a Lesson

“Not now,” Zach said, leaning toward me.

“Just hold it in a little longer, my love.”

I didn’t answer. If I opened my mouth, I’d probably say something I’d regret.

Skye kept being kind anyway — passing things, saying “please,” waiting his turn to speak. Like if he tried hard enough, she might finally treat him like family.

Halfway through dessert, Diane tapped her glass.

“Thank you all for being here.

I’m so lucky to be surrounded by family… my real family.”

The clink echoed, and I didn’t bother looking up.

Skye didn’t flinch either; my son just folded his napkin and placed it on the table like someone twice his age. I watched him reach under his chair, and I knew what was coming — Skye was going to give Diane her birthday present.

My heart almost stopped.

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