Bringing my babies home should have been one of the happiest moments of my life. And at first, everything seemed perfect. But it quickly turned into a nightmare.
After three days in the hospital recovering from a difficult delivery, I was finally discharged and ready to go home with my twin daughters, Ella and Sophie.
However, out of nowhere, I received a rushed phone call that changed everything…
—Hey, baby —my husband, Derek, said, his voice tense. —I’m so sorry, but I can’t pick you up as planned.
—What? Why? —I asked, gripping the phone.
—It’s my mom —he interrupted. —She’s really unwell. Severe chest pains. I need to take her to the nearest hospital.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push down the frustration and disappointment. Instead, I simply replied:
—Fine. I’ll take a taxi.
The Nightmare Begins
When the taxi pulled up to our house, my stomach dropped.
My suitcases, the babies’ bags, and even the crib mattress were dumped on the lawn and by the front door.
Confused, I walked up to the door and tried to unlock it. The key wouldn’t turn. I tried again. Nothing.
Then, I noticed a folded piece of paper taped to one of the bags. My hands shook as I unfolded it, and the words on the page made my blood run cold:
“Get out of here with your little parasites! I know everything. – Derek.”
My heart pounded. I grabbed my phone and dialed Derek’s number immediately.
Straight to voicemail.
I called again. Nothing.
Panic set in as Ella started crying, followed by Sophie. My hands trembled as I dialed another number.
—Mom… —I whispered.
She answered on the first ring.
—Jenna? What’s wrong? Are the babies okay?
—Derek… He changed the locks. He threw my things out. And he left a horrible note.
The wait for my mom felt endless. When she arrived, her eyes narrowed as she took in the scene. Her face filled with rage.
—This makes no sense! Derek would never do this! He loves you and the girls!
But when she pulled me into a hug and whispered that everything would be okay, I knew something was terribly wrong.
—Let’s go to my house until we can talk to him, alright?
Uncovering the Truth
The next morning, I knew I needed answers. I took my mom’s car and drove back to the house.
My belongings were gone. The yard was clean.
I walked around to the back and peered through the window. My blood froze.
Lorraine, Derek’s mother, was sitting at the dining table, calmly sipping tea.
I pounded on the door. She looked up, startled, almost spilling her cup. But when she saw me, she smirked.
—Where’s Derek? —I demanded. —Why did he…
—He’s at the hospital in my city —she said smoothly. —Taking care of his sick mother.
My breath caught in my throat.
—You lied to him, didn’t you? You faked being sick!
She crossed her arms, looking smug.
—From the start, I told Derek that our family needs a son to carry on the name. But you? You gave us two girls. Useless.
My vision blurred.
She had orchestrated everything. She tricked Derek into leaving, changed the locks, stole his phone, and kicked me out… All because she didn’t approve of my daughters.
I felt sick.
—You’re insane!
I always knew Lorraine disliked me, but I never imagined she could be this cruel. From the beginning, she had said Derek deserved someone wealthier and prettier than me.
The Final Confrontation
I rushed to the hospital.
I found Derek pacing in the waiting room, his eyes filled with concern.
—Your mother took your phone —I said, my voice shaking with anger. —She faked her illness and locked me out of the house!
He frowned, confused.
—What? Why would she do that?
I clenched my fists.
—Because our daughters aren’t boys.
For a moment, Derek was silent. Then, his expression hardened. He grabbed his keys and stormed out, and I followed close behind.
When we got home, Lorraine was exactly where I had left her, still drinking her tea, looking completely unbothered.
—Derek, darling… —she began. —I just wanted to keep you safe. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way…
He cut her off, furious:
—Keep me safe? From my wife and children? Who told you I wanted sons? Who told you my daughters aren’t good enough for me? That’s YOUR problem, not mine! And if you want sons, I suggest you go have them yourself!
She was speechless.
—Jenna is MY WIFE! They are MY DAUGHTERS! If you can’t respect them, then you are not a part of our lives!
For once, Lorraine had nothing to say. Her face turned red with anger as she stomped upstairs to pack, slamming doors along the way.
Derek turned to me, his eyes filled with regret.
—I’m so sorry…
Rebuilding Our Lives
It wasn’t easy, but it took months to rebuild our lives—without Lorraine.
Derek proved to me, every single day, that he was on our side.
And our daughters, whom Lorraine had so cruelly rejected, grew up surrounded by love and warmth.
In the end, I realized that family isn’t just about blood—it’s about respect, support, and unconditional love.
And that was something Derek and I were determined to give Ella and Sophie.