When I couldn’t give my husband a child, my parents turned him against me. They called me “a disgrace” and screamed, “You can’t even be a proper woman!” Jordan left, my family abandoned me — and I lost everything.
But I didn’t stay broken. I fought for my dream alone.
After a painful IVF journey, I finally welcomed my daughter, Hope — my light, my future. She wasn’t born out of betrayal. She was born from strength.
One day, fate crossed our paths again. My parents and Jordan saw me with Hope. Their shock was almost satisfying. Jordan even dared to say, “Now that I see you can have children, I think we should get back together.”
I smiled, pushed my daughter’s stroller past them, and said, “You don’t deserve to meet her.”
I didn’t need them then — and I never will.
