The Child Isn't Mine, My Wife Asked Me If Blood Ties Are Really Important

I took my mom to get a paternity test.

Luckily, I made her take a fast-acting heart pill in advance, otherwise she would faint when she saw that thin piece of paper that would declare my family broken.

It was all my fault. I misjudged people and was harmed by a malicious woman and a toxic family for 10 years, and it even affected my parents.

But God let me start over again. I wouldn't give up on saving myself, even if it meant shedding blood and tears, and enduring great pain. I would get rid of them and start a new life with my parents.

I returned home and packed up all the belongings of Mia and her family and sent them to David. Mia's father worked as a contractor at a construction site in the west of the city. Mia got into my house with her mom and Andrew. My mom served them like a nanny, and they often criticized her for not cooking delicious food and not doing household chores properly.

Every time I mentioned asking my mother-in-law to move out, Mia would cry and make a scene in the hallway, saying that she gave birth of two children and complaining to the neighbors that I was heartless. She even said that wherever her mother went, she would go, and she would threaten me with divorce, and even threatened to never let me see the children again.

Every time I failed, it would end with me begging Mia and compensating her with money. But this time, my mom and I saw the truth and directly changed the locks, vowing to cut ties with Mia.