My MIL Said She’d Kick Me Out Of The House If I Didn’t Give Birth To A Boy This Time

Derek shrugged. “She left. Mom just helped her. She’s being dramatic.”

Michael stepped closer. “That’s not what I asked.”

Derek snapped, “I need a son. She had four chances. She can go if she can’t do her job.”

Michael’s face went flat. “Her job? You mean giving you a boy?”

Patricia jumped in: “He deserves an heir, Michael. You always said—”

“I know what I said,” he cut her off. “I was wrong. Pack your things, Patricia.”

Derek stood up. “Dad, you can’t be serious.”

Michael turned on him. “I am. You grow up, get help, treat your wife and kids like humans… or you leave with your mother. But you will not treat them like failures under my roof.”

Patricia sputtered. “You’re choosing her over your own son?”

Michael shook his head. “No. I’m choosing decency over cruelty.”

Derek snapped, “This is because she’s pregnant. If that baby’s a boy, you’ll all look stupid.”

I finally spoke. “If this baby’s a boy, he’ll grow up knowing his sisters are the reason I finally left a place that didn’t deserve any of us.”

Michael nodded once.

Patricia laughed bitterly. “You can’t be serious.”