My New DIL Screamed, ‘He’s Not My Child!’ and Banned My Grandson from the Wedding Photos—So I Stepped in to Show Everyone Who She Really Is

Weeks later, I wrapped the photo album in silver paper and handed it to Matthew, no note, just a quiet gesture.

He didn’t finish it in one sitting.

But by the time he closed the last page, his face was pale.

“She hates him,” he whispered. “She hates my son.”

He sat there for a long time, silent, flipping back through the photos like they might tell a different story the second time around.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it,” he said finally.

“All this time… I thought she just needed space. I thought she’d come around. But I can’t be with someone who doesn’t love my son the way I do.”

They were divorced by the end of that month.

Alex didn’t ask where Wendy went or why she wasn’t around.

They’d never really bonded, and in his world, she was just someone who had hovered on the edges. What mattered to him was that, one afternoon, Matthew picked him up and took him to a smaller house with scuffed floors, mismatched curtains, and a backyard full of possibility.

“Daddy, does this mean I can come over now?” he asked, eyes wide with hope.

Matthew smiled and pulled him close. “No, buddy.

This means we live together now.”

Continue reading…