"Look at Xandra! She just gave birth, yet she looks so much better than you. You’re just being dramatic."
"You couldn’t even behave yourself while pregnant, running around like a fool. It’s a miracle you didn’t die from that fall. And now, you dare to play the victim? If anything had happened to my grandson, I would have made Samuel divorce you on the spot!"
"You knew you had to breastfeed, yet you dared to take medicine recklessly? If it weren’t for Xandra stepping in to feed him, my grandson would have starved because of you! You bring bad luck!"
"I’m making it official right now—Xandra is my goddaughter. From now on, she’ll call me 'Mom,' just like Samuel does."
I always knew my mother-in-law didn’t like me.
She believed I wasn’t good enough for Samuel, that I could never compare to Xandra—her son's childhood sweetheart who was beautiful, sweet-talking, and effortlessly charming.
It was only when Xandra married someone abroad and I became pregnant that she reluctantly acknowledged me as her daughter-in-law—for the sake of the child.
Even so, every time we met, she never spared me from her sharp-tongued ridicule.