I got married in my hometown to my classmate. After the wedding, we began living in his family’s house along with his mother. A year after the wedding, I gave birth to my son. We were a normal family. I’m a very family-oriented person, and I genuinely enjoyed taking care of the household. I also loved my husband very much. My little world was perfect until turned three.
My husband was lured away by , a local divorcee. Many married men had been involved with her before, but my beloved decided to go further and left us to live with her. I was furious with both him and that woman. If I accidentally crossed paths with them, I would change my route.
My mother-in-law is a kind woman, and she allowed and me to stay with her. I couldn’t go back to my parents’ home because my brother, his wife, and their two children were already living there, and there was no space.
After my husband’s departure, I grieved for a long time, but I had to pull myself together and immerse myself in daily routines. From the local gossip, I knew that and had a daughter together. I didn’t want to hear anything about them. Thirteen years passed since his departure. The wounds healed, and time has a way of easing pain.
began circulating in the village that Larisa and had a car accident, and their daughter was left an orphan.
“That’s what they deserve,” I thought to myself. But soon enough, the authorities brought their daughter to us, claiming she was my mother-in-law’s only relative.
“If you don’t take her in, she’ll end up in an orphanage. The child has nowhere else to go,” they told my mother-in-law.
“She won’t live in our house! Her mother ruined my family!” I protested.
“Julia, fear God. The child is innocent,” my mother-in-law pleaded.
So, started living with us. She resembles her mother. I can’t stand to look at her, as it stirs up such bitterness in my soul that words can’t describe. She knows it and tries not to cross my path. Honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can endure this.