My Mother-in-law Asked Me To Raise A Baby for Someone Else

The sound of splashing water blurred the surrounding sounds. I turned off the shower and just squeezed a pump of shower gel when I heard Pamela's cry.

"Zach, come back now. Your wife is such a bully!"

Pamela thought I couldn't hear it because I was taking a shower and even turned on the speaker.

"She pushed even something as simple as changing diapers onto your dad. How can your dad touch the dirty diapers? It will bring bad luck to our family!"

I was speechless.

Zach's parents were both poorly educated and worked everywhere to support Zach. Fortunately, Zach had been admitted to a good university and gotten a decent job.

When we fell in love, Zach often told me how difficult his mother's life had been, and I couldn't help but feel sympathy for her.

When I first went to Zach's house, there were four of us, including me, and we had only two dishes and one soup. One of the meat dishes was packed from the wedding banquet at Zach's uncle's house a few days ago.

I hadn't taken it seriously at the time. After all, Zach's parents looked honest and had vowed not to interfere in our married life.

Unexpectedly, not long after we got married, Vincent had said that he was not in good health and wanted to move in with us. And he had stayed here for more than half a year.

Both Zach and I were busy with work. I just took my annual leave and wanted to go out and relax with Zach, but he ended up being sent on a business trip.

Outside the room, Pamela kept complaining, either saying that I didn't take care of Vincent or that I treated her badly.

It was not the first or second time that Pamela had tried to sow discord between us, but Zach had never told me about it, so I didn't take it to heart.

I couldn't hear how Zach answered, but Pamela seemed very happy and was singing after hanging up the phone.

I dried myself and blew my hair dry. Then, I changed into home clothes and walked towards the bedroom, preparing to call Zach on the video to ask him what was going on.

But just as I opened the bedroom door, the scene in front of me almost made me black out.

Vincent was holding the baby boy, who was still spitting out milk from his mouth, and there were milk stains on the bed.

The baby girl seemed to have diarrhea, and the bed sheet was dirty and smelled terrible.

"Didn't I tell you to take them out of my room?"

Pamela yelled, "Why are you yelling? My son bought this house. Can't I let them sleep here?"

I almost couldn't catch my breath.

I had bought this house before I got married!

When we had gotten married, Zach had been short of money, and his family didn't have much savings, so we had only used my house as the wedding house.

To make his parents feel at ease, Zach had asked me to tell them that he had bought the house with the money he had earned.

They had moved in with such complacency not long after we got married. They really treated my house as their own home.

I took a deep breath and took out the property certificate from the cabinet.

"Look at it. I bought this house before I got married, and it's in my name!"

Pamela looked impatient. Vincent took the property certificate, opened it, and took a look. Then, his expression changed slightly. Pamela leaned forward to take a look and immediately frowned tightly.

"Why is your name on this property certificate?"

I almost laughed out of anger. "I bought this house. If it's not in my name, will it be in your name?"

"How can you, a girl, have so much money to buy a house? I'm curious about how you got the money."

If it weren't for Zach, I really wanted to slap her.

"You heard it, Zach. You know now how sarcastic your mother usually speaks."

Just as I opened the bedroom door and saw Vincent and Pamela still inside, I knew things were going to be troublesome. So, I called Zach in advance.

I had expressed many times before that it was inconvenient for Vincent and Pamela to live here. But Zach always made excuses to get away with it. Now that Vincent and Pamela knew that this was the house I had bought, they wouldn't dare to stay here.

I hung up the phone and walked over to pull the bed sheet.

"Hey, the baby girl is still lying there."

Pamela held the baby boy in one hand and pulled the bed sheet with the other.