Mary had learned to brace herself every time she and her husband Ed drove to his mother’s house. The silence in the car was heavy, not the comfortable kind but the strained quiet of two people anticipating trouble. Scarlett, Ed’s mother, had made it clear from the very first day that she did not approve of Mary.

At their wedding, Scarlett had even worn a veil. Mary had forced herself to laugh it off at the time, thankful it wasn’t a full white gown. But the gesture set the tone for the years that followed. Scarlett clung to Ed as though he were still her little boy, and no matter what Mary did, she could never measure up.

Scarlett greeted them at the door with open arms—for Ed. Her smile faltered the moment she turned to Mary. “Well, you’ve gained a few pounds,” she remarked, lips curled into a smirk.

Mary swallowed the sting and returned a polite smile. Dinner that evening was the same old routine. Scarlett listed all the ways Mary failed as a wife: she couldn’t cook, she didn’t work anywhere “respectable,” she didn’t even dress right. Ed barely looked up from his phone.

Mary had almost learned to ignore it. Almost. But then Scarlett leaned across the table, her eyes sharp as knives. “Well,” she said, “I think it’s high time you gave me a grandchild. Or maybe…” She let the words hang in the air before twisting the knife further. “Maybe Mary has… some issues?”

Mary’s heart clenched. For months, she and Ed had been trying for a baby with no success. Scarlett’s cruelty pushed her past her breaking point. “How dare you!” Mary snapped, her voice trembling with rage. “Maybe it’s your son who has the problem!”

Scarlett recoiled in mock shock. “My son is perfectly fine. Who knows what you were up to before Eddie?”

Mary turned desperately to her husband. “Are you just going to sit there?”

Ed shrugged, muttering, “Work it out yourselves.”

The fight ended only when Mary fled to the bathroom, sick to her stomach. Later that night, unable to shake the thought that something was wrong, she asked Ed to stop at a pharmacy. Minutes later, back home, she stared at the test in disbelief. Two pink lines. She was pregnant.

She showed Ed, her heart bursting with joy. “Ed, we’re going to have a baby!”

“Oh,” he said flatly. “That’s… good.”

His indifference dimmed her happiness, but she clung to the hope that he’d come around. Weeks passed. Instead of growing closer, Ed seemed more distant. One morning before their first doctor’s appointment, Mary noticed his phone buzzing. For the first time, there was a passcode. Curious and uneasy, she tried his birth date. The screen unlocked.

What she found gutted her: a half-dressed woman’s photo and a message that read, “Can’t wait to see you, baby.” The texts revealed even more—Ed had lied to the woman, claiming he was wealthy, a company owner. Mary saved everything as evidence.

When she confronted him, Ed didn’t deny it. He sneered. “Maybe you’re the one cheating. How do I even know the baby’s mine?”

Mary’s voice cracked. “Are you serious? We tried for six months! You’re the one lying!”

He crossed his arms. “Doesn’t matter. I’m filing for divorce. This house will be mine. And when I’m done, I’ll have Mom’s money, too.”

Broken and desperate, Mary turned to the last person she thought would help—Scarlett. She showed her the messages, braced for disbelief. To Mary’s shock, Scarlett listened in silence, her face pale. Finally, she whispered, “He’s been stealing from me too. Told me it was for doctor visits because you couldn’t conceive.”

Mary shook her head. “There were no visits. He lied to us both.”

For the first time, Scarlett’s hostility cracked. Her eyes filled with tears. “His father was the same. I endured it. But I won’t let you or this baby suffer.”

Together, they formed a plan. Mary confronted Ed again, laying out the evidence. She demanded he sign away his claim to the house and agree to child support—or she’d expose him to his lover. Cornered, he agreed.

What he didn’t know was that Scarlett wasn’t finished. She went directly to his mistress, revealing everything—his lies, his fake wealth, his betrayal. The woman left him instantly.

Days later, Ed pounded on Mary’s door, furious. “You promised not to tell!” he screamed.

Mary looked at him calmly. “I didn’t tell her.”

Scarlett’s voice rang out from inside the house. “I did. You lied to me, to Mary, to everyone. Enough is enough.”

Ed’s threats grew louder until the police arrived, called by neighbors alarmed by his shouting. They dragged him away as he spewed rage.

Inside, Mary sat with Scarlett, sipping tea. The old bitterness between them had melted into something unexpected. Scarlett reached across the table, covering Mary’s hand with her own.

“I’ll protect you and my grandchild,” she said firmly.

For the first time in years, Mary believed her.