After giving birth to my first children, I thought my husband would start choosing us more over his mother, but that wasn’t the case. This time, he’d chosen her side over me for the last time, so I exposed her for the bully and liar she was.
You’d think bringing home your newborn twins would be one of the happiest moments of your life. For me, it started like that, but it soon turned into an absolute nightmare!
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After three days in the hospital, recovering from a grueling delivery, I was finally discharged and ready to head home with my beautiful twin daughters, Ella and Sophie. I’d imagined this moment for months: Derek, my husband, picking us up at the hospital with flowers, tears of joy in his eyes as he took one of the girls into his arms.
But instead, at the last minute, I got a hurried phone call that changed everything…
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“Hey, baby,” my husband said, his voice clipped. “I am so sorry, but I can’t come pick you guys up as planned.”
“What?” I asked, adjusting the swaddle around Sophie. “Derek, I just had twins. What’s so important that you can’t—”
“It’s my mom,” he interrupted. “She’s in bad shape. Hectic chest pains. I need to pick her up and take her to that hospital close to her.”
His words hit me like a bucket of cold water. “What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Derek, I need you here.”
“I know,” he said, exasperated. “But this happened suddenly, and it’s serious. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.”
An anxious man on a call | Source: Midjourney
I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to scream because of how disappointed and frustrated I felt, but I replied, “Fine. I’ll just get a taxi.”
“Thank you,” he mumbled before hanging up.
My husband’s mother lived in a different city, so the chances of him getting back that same day to get me and the babies were unrealistic. Knowing how obsessed Derek was with his mother, he wasn’t going to leave her by herself, hence the taxi.
An upset woman on a call | Source: Midjourney
As the line went dead, my heart sank. I wanted to believe Derek wasn’t being callous, just overwhelmed and a mama’s boy. Still, the disappointment stung. The same mother-in-law (MIL) who insisted we make a separate set of keys to our house so she could help me with the babies was now suddenly unwell.
I tried shaking it off as I bundled the girls into their car seats that their father had dropped off the previous day and got us into a cab.
A woman in a cab with her children | Source: Midjourney
When we pulled into the driveway, I froze. My suitcases, diaper bags, and even the crib mattress were scattered across the front lawn and by the doorstep! A knot formed in my stomach. I paid the driver and stepped out with the twins, glancing around nervously. Something was obviously very wrong…
A messy front yard | Source: Midjourney
I approached the front door, fumbling with my keys while absentmindedly calling out my husband’s name, even though I knew he couldn’t be home yet. The key wouldn’t turn. Confused, I tried again. Nothing. Then I saw it, a folded piece of paper taped to a suitcase.
Get out of here with your little moochers! I know everything. Derek.
My breath caught, and my heart stopped. My hands trembled as I read the note again and again, trying to make sense of it while hoping it was a hallucination. This couldn’t be happening. Not Derek…
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Not the man who held my hand through every doctor’s appointment, who cried when we heard our daughters’ heartbeats for the first time. Then the worst part of that day began…
Wanting answers, I called him immediately. Straight to voicemail. Again. Voicemail. Panic set in as Sophie’s cries joined Ella’s. I rocked their car seats, forcing myself to think.
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“Mom,” I whispered. My hands shook as I dialed her number.
“Jenna?” Mom answered on the first ring. “What’s wrong? Are the twins okay?”
I choked out the words, barely able to hold it together. I hadn’t wanted to involve my mother due to her ailing condition, but I believed this was one of those dire moments.
“Derek… He changed the locks. He threw my stuff outside. Mom, he left this awful note.”
“WHAT?!” Her voice shot up. “Stay there. I’m coming.”
An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney
Minutes felt like hours before she arrived. Mom took one look at the mess and narrowed her eyes, fuming.
“This doesn’t make sense! Derek wouldn’t do this; he loves you and the girls!”
“That’s what I thought,” I said, rocking Ella to calm her cries. “But he’s not answering. And what does ‘I know everything’ even mean?” I asked showing her the offensive note.
“I am so sorry, my darling,” she said while hugging me close. “Let’s go to my place until we can get a hold of your husband, okay?”
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She helped me load the bags into her car and whisked us back to her place. After my mother and I dissected what had happened and repeatedly called Derek with no answer, my anxiety spiked. That night, I barely slept.
The next morning, I decided I needed answers. Leaving the twins with Mom, I drove back in her car to the house. The yard was empty, my belongings gone. I knocked on the door. No response. I walked around to the back, peering through the windows, and froze.
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Derek’s mother, Lorraine, sat at the dining table, sipping tea! I banged on the door, and she looked up, startled, almost spilling her tea before she saw me and smirked.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, banging on the door.
Lorraine rose leisurely and opened it just a crack. “Jenna. You’re not welcome here, didn’t you see the note?”
“Where’s Derek?” I snapped. “Why did he—”
“He’s at the hospital in my city,” she said smoothly. “Taking care of his sick mother.”
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I stared at her, disbelief washing over me. “Sick? You’re standing right here!”
She shrugged, her lips curling into a malicious smile. “Maybe I’m feeling better. Miracles happen.”
“You lied to him, didn’t you? You faked being sick!”
Her smile widened. “And?”
My hands balled into fists. “Why? Why would you do this?”
She crossed her arms, her smugness growing.
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“I told Derek from the start that our family needs a boy to carry on the name. But you? You gave us two girls. Useless,” she confessed unapologetically, finally speaking her truth after all these years I’ve been with her son.
Her words knocked the air out of me. I was too stunned to speak, and she took my silence as permission to keep going.
“I knew you’d ruin my son’s life, so I took matters into my own hands. The note was a bit much, but I needed you to believe he wanted you gone. I even ensured he couldn’t call you by taking his phone right out of his pocket when he wasn’t looking. You were supposed to take your things and get out of our lives, but here you are…”
An angry older woman | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t breathe. This woman had orchestrated everything, lied to her son, and got him to take her to the hospital under false pretenses before sneaking away, locked me out of my home, and stole his phone all because she disapproved of my daughters!
“You threw us out over that?”
“Of course,” she said, unbothered. “I even bribed a nurse at the hospital to keep him there. And it worked, didn’t it?”
I felt sick. “You’re deranged!”
“Call me what you want,” she sneered. “I call it protecting my family. Besides, my Derek always takes my side and will see things my way as usual.”
An arrogant older woman | Source: Midjourney
Her words echoed in my mind as I drove to the hospital where my husband was still waiting. With every mile, my anger grew. How could she justify such cruelty? My hands gripped the wheel tightly, knuckles white with fury.
I knew my MIL was mean, but I didn’t think she was evil! She never approved of my relationship or marriage to her son, always believing Derek deserved someone wealthier and fancier, unlike me.
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When I reached the hospital, I found my husband pacing in the waiting room, his eyes shadowed with worry.
“Jenna!” he said, rushing toward me. “Where have you been? I don’t have my phone or know your number by heart, so I couldn’t call you!”
“Your mother took your phone,” I cut him off. “She faked her illness and locked me out of the house!”
He froze, confusion and anger flashing across his face. “What? That doesn’t make any sense.”
A man at a hospital | Source: Midjourney
“She set me up, wrote a fake note from you sending me away, and bribed a nurse to lie to you,” I said, my voice trembling. “Lorraine’s at our house, sipping tea like she’s the queen of the world!”
“Wait. What? Why would she…”
“Because our daughters aren’t boys,” I said bitterly.
The shock turned to rage on his face. Without saying a word, he grabbed his keys and stormed out, with me following close behind. When we got home, Lorraine was exactly where I’d left her, looking utterly unbothered.
An older woman having tea | Source: Midjourney
But her smugness vanished when she saw the determined look on Derek’s face.
“Mom,” he said, his voice cold and sharp. “What did you do? I thought you were in the hospital?”
She opened her mouth, likely to lie, but Derek cut her off. “Save it. I know everything.”
“Derek, I was just trying to—”
“You’ve done enough,” he snapped. “You made me abandon my wife and children for a fake emergency! Then you locked my wife, who just gave birth, and our newborn babies out of our home! On top of that, you cut our ability to communicate during such a crucial time by stealing my phone!”
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“Derek, darling… I just wanted to keep you safe. This isn’t how this was supposed to go,” my MIL replied pleadingly.
“Keep me safe from my wife and children? Who told you I wanted boys? What makes you think my girls aren’t good enough for me just because of their gender? That’s a problem you have, not me, and if you want sons, I suggest you go make them yourself!”
I stood with my mouth agape, having never seen Derek this angry! I won’t lie, a part of me was proud that he was proving himself worthy of me by defending my and the children’s honor. At that moment, I loved him more than ever before!
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“Pack your things and leave,” he demanded.
She gaped at him, tears forming. “You can’t mean that. I’m your mother!”
“And Jenna is my WIFE! Those are my daughters! If you can’t respect them, you’re not part of our lives!”
For once, Lorraine was speechless. She stormed upstairs to pack, slamming doors as she went. Derek turned to me, his eyes full of remorse.
“I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t know.”
I let out a shaky breath, the tension easing just a little. “I just want us to move forward.”
A happy woman with her man | Source: Midjourney
Lorraine left that night. My husband apologized repeatedly, vowing to make things right. And he did. He changed the locks, blocked his mother’s number, and even reported the nurse who had taken the bribe!
It wasn’t easy, but for months we worked on rebuilding our life. One evening, as I rocked Ella and Sophie to sleep, I realized Lorraine had tried to destroy us but only managed to bring us closer together.
A happy couple with their twins | Source: Midjourney
Sadly, Jenna isn’t the only daughter-in-law who has had to face a difficult MIL. In the following story, Michelle’s MIL surprises her and her husband with a DNA test for their son thinking it would finally break them up. But things didn’t play out in her favor, the way she imagined.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
We Paid for My Stepdaughter’s Honeymoon, but She Called Us ‘Cheap’ — So We Taught Her a Lesson in Respect
What happens when a dream honeymoon isn’t dreamy enough? One shocking phone call from my stepdaughter set the stage for a lesson in gratitude she never saw coming.
Life has a way of surprising you, often when you least expect it. I never imagined myself becoming a stepmother at 45, let alone to a young woman like Brooke. When I married Gary ten years ago, it wasn’t just him I fell in love with; it was the idea of family.
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Brooke was thirteen then, and while we didn’t always see eye to eye, I poured my heart into making her feel cared for.
By the time she was twenty-three, Brooke had blossomed into an ambitious, sharp, and, let’s be honest, a bit spoiled young woman. She had big dreams, and Gary and I always did our best to support her. From her college tuition to her dream wedding, we were there. But nothing prepared me for the events that unfolded after her wedding.
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Gary and I had spared no expense for Brooke and Mason’s wedding. The venue was a sprawling vineyard with twinkling fairy lights, the kind you’d see on the cover of a bridal magazine. It cost a fortune, but it was worth it to see Brooke’s radiant smile as she walked down the aisle.
After the wedding, we wanted to gift them something truly special: a honeymoon to remember. Gary and I spent weeks scouring travel sites until we found the perfect villa in the Dominican Republic.
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It had everything: a private pool, stunning views of the ocean, and enough space to rival a boutique resort. It cost more than we planned, but we figured it was our way of sending Brooke into her new life with love.
The morning after they arrived, my phone buzzed just as I was pouring my coffee. Seeing Brooke’s name pop up, I smiled and answered cheerfully, “Hey, sweetheart! How’s paradise?”
Her tone was sharp, almost accusatory. “Dad’s there too, right? Put me on speaker.”
I frowned but obliged. “Sure. What’s going on?”
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Gary leaned over the table, mouthing, “What’s wrong?” I shrugged and tapped the speaker button.
“What’s wrong?” Brooke’s voice rose, dripping with indignation. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Dad. This villa. It’s tiny!”
Gary blinked. “Tiny? It’s over eight hundred square meters, Brooke.”
She scoffed. “Exactly. Barely. I mean, Mason and I were expecting something more… spacious. And the pool? It’s a joke. I can only do like three strokes before hitting the edge.”
I exchanged a glance with Gary, his face slowly turning crimson. I held up a hand to calm him.
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“And don’t even get me started on the beach!” Brooke continued, her voice rising with every word. “It’s a whole five-minute walk! Who does that to newlyweds? You couldn’t find a place with direct beach access? Honestly, Dad, it’s like you don’t care.”
Gary’s jaw tightened, but I gently squeezed his arm. “Brooke,” I said, keeping my voice steady, “we spent a lot of time picking this villa. It has great reviews. I thought you’d love it.”
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“Well, you thought wrong. And the sun here? It’s not even as golden as it looked on Instagram. Everything feels… underwhelming. I can’t believe you guys are so cheap.”
Gary exploded, slamming his hand on the table. “Cheap? Do you have any idea how much we spent on this trip? Not to mention your wedding! You’re being ungrateful, Brooke!”
She huffed on the other end of the line. “You know what, Dad? Forget it. Clearly, you don’t understand.”
An upset young woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
The call ended abruptly, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. Gary paced the kitchen, muttering under his breath, his fists clenched. “I can’t believe her. After everything we’ve done—her wedding, her honeymoon—this is how she treats us?”
“Hon,” I interrupted softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not worth losing our cool over. I have an idea.”
He stopped pacing and stared at me. “What are you thinking?”
I gave him a small, knowing smile. “Trust me. Let’s show her that gratitude is a two-way street.”
And with that, I began to plan.
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If Brooke wanted to play the “cheap” card, I was about to show her what that actually looked like.
I picked up my phone and dialed the villa’s management. When the receptionist answered, I explained the situation. “Hi, this is Marianne. My husband and I booked a premium villa for a honeymoon stay. Unfortunately, there’s been a change of plans. I need to cancel the remainder of the stay and downgrade the reservation.”
The woman on the other end sounded confused. “Downgrade, ma’am? I don’t follow. Could you clarify?”
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“Yes,” I said firmly. “Please find the most modest, no-frills room you have—no private pool, no chef, and absolutely no ocean view. Do you understand?”
She hesitated before saying, “Yes, of course. We have a basic standard room in the adjoining hotel. Would that work?”
“That’s perfect,” I replied, a smirk spreading across my face. “One more thing. I’d like to be notified when the guests are informed of the change.”
The manager hesitated again. “That’s… unusual, but I’ll see what I can do.”
Gary shook his head as I hung up. “You’re ruthless.”
A man smiles while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
“Just tired of being taken for granted,” I said with a shrug.
A few hours later, the call I’d been waiting for came in. I put the phone on speaker so Gary could hear.
“This is the villa management,” the voice began. “We regret to inform you that your current reservation has been modified. You’ll need to relocate to a standard room at the hotel next door.”
“What?!” Brooke’s voice shrieked through the phone. “There must be some mistake! We’re in the honeymoon suite. My dad and stepmom paid for this!”
An angry young woman at the beach | Source: Midjourney
“I’m afraid there’s no mistake,” the manager said politely. “The new booking reflects their updated request.”
Brooke’s tone turned icy. “Updated request? What are you talking about?”
I stifled a laugh, covering my mouth. Gary was shaking his head, grinning ear to ear.
Moments later, my phone buzzed, and I saw Brooke’s name flashing on the screen. I answered calmly. “Hi, Brooke.”
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“Marianne!” she screeched. “What is going on? We just got a call saying we’re being moved from our villa to some awful little hotel room! Fix this right now!”
“Oh, that,” I said, feigning surprise. “Firstly, it’s not your villa, sweetheart—it was booked for you. And since you thought it was too ‘cheap,’ I figured a more modest place might better suit your expectations. After all, your dad and I wouldn’t want to embarrass you with our low standards, now would we?”
“You can’t be serious!” she yelled, her voice cracking with frustration. “This place is a dump!”
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“Is it?” I replied, keeping my tone light. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Well, maybe now you’ll appreciate what you had. Gratitude, Brooke. It’s an important lesson.”
Her screeches could be heard across the ocean. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me, Marianne! Mason and I are stuck here. Where’s Dad?”
Gary, who had been listening quietly, leaned toward the phone. “Brooke, enough. We’ve spent years supporting you, giving you the best of everything. And this is how you repay us? By complaining about the brightness of the sun and the size of a pool? Grow up.”
A woman soaking in the swimming pool | Source: Pexels
“I don’t need a lecture, Dad. I’m not a little girl anymore!” Brooke snapped.
“No,” Gary said firmly. “What you need is a reality check. And your stepmom just gave you one.”
She let out an exasperated groan. “You’re ruining my honeymoon!”
“I think you ruined it yourself,” I said evenly. “When you decide to be grateful for what you have, maybe things will start looking brighter—even that ‘meh’ sun.”
With that, I hung up. I glanced at Gary, who was staring at me in stunned silence.
“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
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“Remind me never to get on your bad side,” he said with a laugh.
We didn’t hear from Brooke for the rest of the week, and honestly, it was a relief. When she finally called again, her tone was subdued.
“Hi, Marianne. Hi, Dad.”
“Brooke,” Gary said cautiously. “How are you?”
There was a pause before she replied. “I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For how I acted. The hotel room was awful, but… it made me realize how much effort you both put into everything you’ve done for me. I guess I’ve been a little… ungrateful.”
A young woman looks apologetic while sitting alone | Source: Midjourney
Gary softened, his voice kind but firm. “A little?”
“Okay, a lot,” she admitted, her voice small. “I’ll do better. I promise.”
I smiled, glancing at Gary, who nodded. “We appreciate that, Brooke,” I said gently. “We just want you to understand the value of what you have—and the people who love you.”
“I do now,” she said quietly. “Thanks for everything. Really.”
When the call ended, Gary wrapped his arm around my shoulder, his expression a combination of relief and pride. “Well,” he said softly, “you did it. I think she finally gets it.”
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“We did it,” I said with a smile, leaning into him. “Sometimes, people just need a wake-up call—a little taste of their own medicine. Even our kids.”
Gary chuckled, his tone lighter now. “I’m just glad it didn’t blow up into something worse.”
“Me too,” I murmured, resting my head against his shoulder. For the first time in days, the tension lifted, and I allowed myself to breathe.
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What do you think? Was my approach a wise lesson in gratitude, or did I take things a step too far?
While you’re thinking about the answer, here’s another story to keep you entertained: Grandparents are often the source of unconditional love and generosity, but what happens when that kindness is met with entitlement? These three unforgettable stories reveal the lengths loving grandparents went to teach their grandkids about gratitude, respect, and life’s bigger picture.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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