After giving birth to my first children, I had hoped my husband would put us first over his mother—but that hope was shattered. This time, he chose her side for the last time, and I finally exposed her for the cruel liar she truly was.
Bringing home newborn twins should have been one of life’s greatest joys. For me, it started that way—but it quickly turned into a nightmare.
After three days in the hospital recovering from a difficult delivery, I was cleared to go home with my precious twin daughters, Selene and Myra. I had imagined this moment for months: my husband, Torin, arriving with flowers, eyes glistening with happiness as he held one of the girls.
But then came the call that changed everything.
“Hey, love,” Torin said, his voice curt. “I’m sorry, but I can’t pick you up as planned.”
“What?” I asked, wrapping Myra in a blanket. “Torin, I just had twins. What could be so important—”
“It’s my mom,” he interrupted. “She’s having severe chest pains. I have to take her to the hospital.”
The words hit me like ice water. “What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I need you here.”
“I know,” he said, sounding stressed. “It came up suddenly. It’s serious. I’ll come as soon as I can.”
I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to yell. Instead, I said, “Fine. I’ll take a cab.”
His mother lived in another city, so I knew he wouldn’t return that day. Knowing Torin’s devotion to her, he wouldn’t leave her side. I arranged a taxi.
When we arrived at our house, I froze. Suitcases, diaper bags, even the crib mattress were strewn across the lawn! My stomach tightened. Something was very wrong.
I tried the door key—nothing. Then I noticed a note taped to a suitcase:
Get out with your little leeches! I know everything. Torin.
My hands shook. My heart raced. This couldn’t be real. Not Torin—the man who had held my hand through every doctor’s visit, who had cried at the first sound of our daughters’ heartbeats.
I called him immediately. Straight to voicemail. Again. Panic rose as Myra and Selene cried. I rocked their car seats, trying to think clearly.
“Mom,” I whispered.
“Viona? What’s wrong? Are the twins okay?” my mother asked.
I explained everything, barely holding back tears. Mom rushed over. Her eyes narrowed at the mess, furious.
“This doesn’t make sense! Torin wouldn’t do this. He loves you and the girls!”
“That’s what I thought,” I said, calming Selene’s cries, “but what does ‘I know everything’ even mean?” I showed her the note.
Mom hugged me tightly. “Let’s go to my place until we can reach him,” she said.
That night, I barely slept. The next morning, I needed answers. I left the twins with my mom and drove back. The yard was empty, my things gone. I knocked—no response.
Then I saw her: Torin’s mother, Isolde, calmly sitting at the dining table, sipping tea.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
She stood, opening the door slightly. “Viona. You’re not welcome here, didn’t you see the note?”
“Where’s Torin? Why did he—”
“He’s at the hospital, taking care of me,” she said smoothly.
I stared. “Sick? You’re standing right here!”
Her lips curled into a cruel smile. “Maybe I’m feeling better. Miracles happen.”
“You lied to him!” I accused.
“And?” she said.
“You threw us out because we had daughters!” I realized the truth.
She confessed coldly, “I told Torin we needed a boy to carry the name. You gave us two girls—useless. I knew you’d ruin my son’s life, so I took matters into my own hands.”
She revealed everything: the fake note, the stolen phone, bribing a nurse, and tricking her son into believing I had to leave.
I could hardly breathe. Her cruelty was shocking.
I drove to the hospital, anger boiling with every mile. Torin was pacing when I arrived.
“Viona! Where have you been? I don’t have my phone!” he exclaimed.
“You’ve been tricked! She faked being sick, locked us out, and stole your phone!”
He froze. Disbelief and then rage crossed his face. Without a word, he grabbed his keys and stormed out. I followed.
At home, Isolde remained calm—until she saw Torin.
“Mom,” he said coldly, “I know everything. You made me abandon my wife and newborn daughters for a fake emergency! You locked us out and stole my phone. That’s enough.”
She pleaded, but Torin’s anger was unyielding. “Viona is my wife! These are our daughters! If you can’t respect that, you’re not part of our lives.”
For the first time, she was speechless. She left that night, doors slamming behind her. Torin apologized endlessly, promising to make things right.
Months later, as I rocked Selene and Myra to sleep, I realized that despite her attempts to destroy us, Isolde had only brought our family closer together.