My husband’s death shattered me, but my mother-in-law’s actions two days later made it worse. She changed the locks, evicted my children and me, leaving us homeless. She believed she had won, unaware of the mistake she made.
From the beginning, I knew Margaret didn’t like me. She never hid her contempt, and her coldness extended to my children. During a meal, I overheard her call me a “gold-digger,” implying I trapped Ryan with my kids.
Ryan defended me, promising nothing would come between us. We moved far from Margaret, and he formed a close bond with my children, especially during bedtime rituals.
But then, the phone call came. Ryan had been in a serious car accident. The hospital visit was a blur. I was devastated to hear he was gone. At the funeral, Margaret blamed me for his death, claiming he died because he was rushing home to us.