Postpartum Crisis: A Conspiracy Against Me from My Family

I am increasingly unable to understand.

"What are you talking about? That room is not that small. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see it! Melinda is my mother, so of course she gave me the presidential suite. Mom already booked a place for Mia at the postpartum center, what more do you want?"

Saying this, I pulled my Jayden to go downstairs to see Mia's room. I couldn't believe it. Mom paid for it, so how did it turn into mistreatment?

As I pulled my brother towards the door, about to open it, Melinda, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"There's no need to go. I was the one who changed Mia's room. It has nothing to do with Joanna. Jayden, stop making a scene. Joanna needs to rest!"

Melinda admitted it. She secretly switched Mia's room. No wonder I felt someone watching when I arrived—it must have been Mia.

I walked angrily towards Melinda. "Mom, how could you do that? How could you downgrade Mia's room? How can she rest well with several people crammed into one room?"

Jayden grabbed my arm and pointed at my nose, yelling.

"Joanna, stop pretending. You know exactly how rich Melinda has. You insisted on the presidential suite, which forced Mia into a worse room. I paid for your college education for nothing. The education went to waste. When did you become so heartless?"

His accusations left me baffled. I shook off his grip and shouted back, "What do you mean I forced her? I was the one who called ambulance when she was in labor. If I had known Mom would downgrade her room, I wouldn't have agreed!"

Jayden's tone suddenly softened, and he looked at me with a strange smile.

"You wouldn't have agreed? Then return the room now and get two equal ones! Go on, my dear sister, return it!"

I was speechless. Jayden knew me well—I always got what I wanted, and I hadn't enjoyed the presidential suite enough yet. There was no way I would give it up!

I pretended to be righteous and questioned him loudly, "Do you think the postpartum center belongs to you? You think you can change rooms just like that? If you're so capable, why don't you book a room for your wife yourself? Mom made the booking, and now you're not satisfied. Everyone else can stay there, so why can't Mia? Is she more special than others?"

Seeing us about to come to blows, Melinda hurriedly stepped between us, afraid we'd start fighting.

"If you want to blame someone, blame me. It's my fault. I don't have enough money to meet all your needs. Stop arguing, please. You're both my children."

Melinda lowered her head in guilt. I, with tears in my eyes, hugged her and shouted at Jayden, "What more do you want from Mom? Thousand dollars for a postpartum center, and you want to break her heart?"

At that moment, I felt like the worst kind of person, defending Melinda's actions and placing all the blame on Jayden.

But I really didn't want to give up this room. It would drive me crazy. Melinda had been so good to me, I had to protect her. After all, I was the daughter who always stood by her.

Jayden had calmed down by now. "I checked. Melinda never booked two equal rooms. She always planned for Mia to share with others because it only costs 3,000 dollars! It's cheap!"

He continued, "From now on, you and Melinda stay out of our affairs. If you keep humiliating us, you'll get your comeuppance." With that, he turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

I stood there, stunned. Melinda never intended to book Mia a separate room?

"Mom... is what Jayden said true?" I asked shakily.

Melinda wiped her tears. "Stop asking, it's all my fault. Jayden is back now, he will take good care of Mia."

I felt a shiver down my spine, as if my current comfort was built on Mia's humiliation.

I picked up my phone to call Mia but didn't know what to say. I decided to send an emoji instead.

The bright red exclamation mark on the screen told me she had blocked me.