My Husband Stole Our Baby for His MistressChapter 1

The moment my mother-in-law learned I was going to register my son, Nathan, as a Native American under my name, she became furious at the hospital.

She stood outside the delivery room with her hands planted on her hips, hurling curses loud enough to make the walls tremble.

Still groggy from the anesthesia, I tried to fight through the pain and explain. I told her that if we registered him under my name, he'd get a fifteen-point boost on his college entrance exams. That kind of advantage could change a kid's whole future.

Eleanor didn't care and didn't even pretend to listen. Instead, she threatened to throw herself off the building.

And in the end, I gave in.

What I never saw coming and could never have imagined is that she would go behind my back and change my legal address and personal records without even telling me.

By the time I found out, I had already spent over a year as a person without a legal identity. And it was too late to fix it and too late to undo what she'd done.