Most days, I had to pick vegetables from the garden instead of buying from outside. My meals were endlessly ladyfinger, bottle gourd, and spinach, to the point I grew sick of them. Even after my son was born, conditions didn’t improve. The paya porridge she cooked was always half-raw because she turned off the gas…
Month: August 2025
My husband’s family was not short of money. My father-in-law enjoyed a comfortable pension and had plenty of savings. Even so, my husband gave me extra cash before delivery so I could cover my personal expenses. He had already purchased everything the baby might need—clothes, diapers, and supplies. I assumed I would be properly cared…
After delivering a grandson for my husband’s family, I believed everything would be peaceful in their home. Yet on the very first day, I discovered a painful reality…
My husband and I reside and work in Mumbai. At first, our plan was to deliver our baby in a large city hospital for convenience. But then my husband suggested: – “This is our family’s only grandson, you should return to your hometown to give birth so my parents can boast to their relatives.” So,…
Bewildered, she stepped aside and sat down, and the ceremony carried on. We were married, and in that instant, I realized: sometimes, in order to protect happiness, you must rely on wit.
I said with a sharp voice: — Mom, did you forget to take your medication again? The doctor warned: miss a dose, and you’ll start rambling. Should I bring you water to calm you down? Today is the wedding! I am your daughter-in-law, and he is your son. Did you forget? Then I turned to…
Yet the worst moment was still ahead. As we stood at the altar speaking our vows, the priest asked the familiar question: “Does anyone here object to this marriage?” Then my mother-in-law lifted her hand. — I object, — she declared loudly. — This is my only son, and I won’t surrender him to another…
Tomorrow. Tomorrow we’ll get rid of him. I couldn’t risk it anymore. In the morning, he woke up in an empty apartment. I had taken our son and gone to my parents’. Now we live in another city. My husband is in treatment. We speak only through lawyers. I don’t know who he was in…
There was no one in the room but our son. No husband, no sound. A few minutes later, he came home from the store — holding a shopping bag, calm, as if nothing had happened. I couldn’t take it anymore. I showed him the camera footage. He went pale. He sank to the floor and…
But something began to change. At first, it was small things — he started coming home later from work, grew irritable, gave short answers. Every evening, as soon as Artyom fell asleep, he asked for “an hour to himself.” He’d shut himself in his study or leave without explaining where he was going. It hurt….
He tried to spare her from what he had done. But he didn’t know she would feel it anyway. She left. Alone. In her white dress. Onto the street — toward strangers, so someone would hear her. And she survived. From her own father, who was supposed to be her greatest protector.