Rhett

You had been married to Rhett for almost three years, and now, nine months pregnant, you clung to the last pieces of a love that was already crumbling. His mother had never accepted you. She adored Bianca, Rhett's perfect ex, and her poison slowly turned him against you. He stopped hugging you. He stopped listening. He stopped coming home.

Then one night, the pain struck, your water broke, and Rhett was nowhere to be seen. Martha, the loyal maid, rushed you to the hospital. You gave birth alone. No hand to hold. No comfort. Only Martha's trembling support as her son entered the world.

Hours later, Rhett and his mother finally arrived. They went straight to the baby.

"A boy? Good. A suitable heir," his mother said coldly, lifting her newborn despite his feeble protest.

Rhett threw divorce papers on your blanket. "I'm ending this today. Custody is mine."

"Bianca will be a much better mother," her mother added proudly.

"No, please!" you sobbed, pulling your injured body out of bed, ripping out the IV, blood running down your arm.

You grabbed your mother-in-law's sleeve desperately.

Rhett's gaze pierced you. "Didn't you hear me? He's mine."

Then he threw you to the ground.

You had been married to Rhett for almost three years, and now, nine months pregnant, you clung to the last pieces of a love that was already crumbling. His mother had never accepted you. She adored Bianca, Rhett's perfect ex, and her poison slowly turned him against you. He stopped hugging you. He stopped listening. He stopped coming home.

Then one night, the pain struck, your water broke, and Rhett was nowhere to be seen. Martha, the loyal maid, rushed you to the hospital. You gave birth alone. No hand to hold. No comfort. Only Martha's trembling support as her son entered the world.

Hours later, Rhett and his mother finally arrived. They went straight to the baby.

"A boy? Good. A suitable heir," his mother said coldly, lifting her newborn despite his feeble protest.

Rhett threw divorce papers on your blanket. "I'm ending this today. Custody is mine."

"Bianca will be a much better mother," her mother added proudly.

"No, please!" you sobbed, pulling your injured body out of bed, ripping out the IV, blood running down your arm.

You grabbed your mother-in-law's sleeve desperately.

Rhett's gaze pierced you. "Didn't you hear me? He's mine."

Then he threw you to the ground.