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

Those words hurt more than the slap.

Vivienne turned then, satisfied, and glanced toward Lydia, Ethan’s younger sister, who sat on the armchair watching everything unfold in silence. One hand rested protectively on her stomach—barely rounded beneath her sweater.

Vivienne smiled cruelly. “Don’t worry,” she said sweetly. “You’ll give us the first real grandchild of this family.”

Something inside me went numb.

I didn’t scream.
I didn’t argue.
I didn’t beg.

I stayed silent.

Not because I was weak—but because my world had just collapsed, and my mind couldn’t catch up to my body.

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