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

I watched him study her face as she talked about gallery openings and houseplants and something called “intentional design.”

She was polished, sharp, and ambitious.

But she never once asked about Alex, my grandson, and Matthew’s little boy from his first marriage. He was five at the time and had been living with me ever since his mother passed. A gentle soul with big eyes and a quiet presence, he often clutched a book or a toy dinosaur like it was his armor against the world.

Her lack of concern, inquiry, or even mention of him bothered me.

When Matthew told me they were getting married, my first instinct wasn’t joy, it was a question, “Why doesn’t she ever spend time with Alex?”

There was a pause and a flicker of something in his eyes but then he said, “She’s…

adjusting. It’s a process.”

That was the first warning bell. I didn’t press him on it then, but I should’ve.

The months leading up to the wedding were a blur of fittings, florists, seating charts, and silence about Alex.

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