After my divorce, I didn’t expect love again—until I met Todd. He was patient, caring, and treated my daughter, Meredith, like his own from the start. He wasn’t just a good man—he was the one.
We met at a summer BBQ. Meredith was only three, and Todd instantly connected with her. Two years later, we got married, bought our dream apartment, and were finally ready to build a peaceful life together.
To celebrate, we threw a housewarming party. Friends, family, and my mom, Helen, filled the place with laughter. But the mood shifted the moment Todd’s mother, Deborah, arrived unannounced—suitcases in hand.
She looked around and declared, “I’m moving in—and I’ll take the little one’s room.” Then, she turned icy and added, “Your daughter isn’t welcome here.” Meredith heard every word. She burst into tears… and before I could react—my mom did.
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