My Mother-in-Law Slapped Me to the Floor and Said My Baby Wasn’t Her Son’s — A Week Later, the Truth Destroyed Them

Her palm struck my face with such force that the room seemed to tilt. The sound echoed—sharp and final. My legs buckled. I hit the floor hard, my cheek burning, my ears ringing.

“You filthy liar!” she shrieked, her voice cracking the air. “That baby doesn’t belong to my son! You think we’re stupid? You got knocked up by some random man and thought you could trap him!”

My mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood.

My hands flew to my stomach, terror overriding the pain. The baby kicked, startled. I whispered his name, begging him to be okay.

Ethan was standing only a few feet away.

He didn’t rush to me.

He didn’t ask if I was hurt.

Instead, his face twisted with a fury I had never seen before. “Get out,” he yelled. “Pack your trash and die somewhere else. I don’t want to see you again.”

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