I Overheard My Husband and MIL Plotting to Kick Me Out with Our Newborn #2

If someone had told me my own husband and his mother were plotting to throw me and our newborn out of our home, I’d have laughed in their face.

But that was before I heard it with my own ears.

Skye had finally drifted off, her tiny body curled against mine, her breath warm and even. She was only a few weeks old, but already, she had me wrapped around her little fingers.

Nick, though?

Nick barely looked at her. And if I’m being honest, the scene I had witnessed earlier in the day had left me unsettled.

I stood in the doorway of the living room, waiting for the oven to beep and let me know that the lasagne was ready. I was starving. I was exhausted. But I was so full of love. Skye had opened my heart to more love than I knew was possible.

Nick was just sitting on the couch, his phone in hand, scrolling through something while Skye fussed in her bassinet beside him. She let out a soft cry, her face scrunching up the way it always did when she just needed someone to cuddle her.

Nick didn’t notice.

He didn’t even glance at her. He didn’t even acknowledge her.

I watched, waiting. Waiting for something, anything, to prove that the disconnect I felt was just in my head.

But he just exhaled and sighed.

“God, again?” he muttered under his breath and went back to his phone.

A lump rose in my throat.

I walked over, scooped Skye into my arms and held her close.

“It’s okay, baby girl,” I said to her, kissing her little head.

“She seriously needs to chill, Cassie,” he said, barely looking up.

I blinked.

Chill? She was a baby!

She nuzzled into my chest, already settling, already comforted just by being near me.

“You could try holding her, Nick,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

Nick sighed, finally putting his phone down.

“I do, but she just cries, like, all the time. And when she stops, she’s just… there.”

My stomach twisted.

She’s just there? What the hell?

I pressed a kiss to Skye’s forehead, rocking her gently. I didn’t say anything else.

Because I knew then. I knew it in my bones. Nick wasn’t in love with our baby the way I was. He wasn’t bonding with her. And worse, he didn’t even care.

The oven beeped.

“Cass, just turn the oven off,” he said, scrolling again. “Maybe take the casserole out if you can? My mom should be over soon. I’m sure she’ll be starving.”

I was holding our baby. But this man had the audacity to ask me to take out a piping hot casserole from the oven while I was comforting our daughter? Could he be any worse?

Turns out that, yes, he could be worse.

Skye finally settled after another two hours of fussing. My body was screaming for rest and food but my daughter needed a bottle.

“Okay, little love,” I said. “You stay here with your giraffe. Momma will be back soon.”

I dragged myself downstairs, exhaustion curling around me like a thick fog. But just as I stepped into the kitchen, I heard voices.

Nick.

And Mary. His mother. I hadn’t even heard her come in.

They were whispering but not quietly enough. I could hear every word.

“We’ll make sure she finds out at dinner,” Mary was saying. “It’ll be best that way.”

Nick exhaled sharply, putting down a glass of whiskey.

“Once the DNA test says that the baby’s not mine, she won’t fight it. She’ll be too embarrassed. You know Cassie, she’s… not confrontational. She’s all face and no fight.”

A chill ran down my spine, waking me up completely.

What had I walked into?

“Exactly. I already handled the fake paperwork,” Mary said calmly. “It wasn’t that difficult. Your uncle is a pro at those things.”

Fake. Fake?

“And after she’s out of the house, we can sell it, Mom. Her parents gave it to us, sure, but half my name’s on it. Half of it is mine. I can do whatever I want with that money.”

Mary hummed in approval.

“Good boy,” she said. “She’ll get minimal child support since you’re not working. But it will be just enough to keep her quiet. You know? Everything is going to be perfect.”

Then they laughed.

I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.

My husband. My Nick. The man I had built a life with. The man who had watched me bring our daughter into the world.

He was planning to erase me? To erase Skye?

And he didn’t even flinch at the thought. Instead, he was too happy planning his great escape with his mother.

I pressed my hand to my stomach, my breath shallow. But I didn’t cry. I didn’t panic.

Because at that moment, something in me snapped.

They thought I was weak. They thought I wouldn’t fight back. And that was their first mistake. I was a mother now, and I would fight to hell and back for my child.

That night, I barely slept.

Skye woke twice, and both times, I sat in the dim glow of her nightlight, feeding her and feeling the weight of everything pressing against my ribs.

They were planning to ruin me. To erase me from my own life.

I had no idea how far their betrayal went, but I knew where to start.

Nick’s phone.

He always left it charging on his nightstand. And for the first time in years, I thanked God that he was a heavy sleeper.

I reached for it with steady hands, my heart hammering as I went into the bathroom and swiped the screen. His passcode was the same.

Of course it was.

I went straight to his messages. And that’s when I found them.

Anna. Kelly. Brianna.

Three different women. Three different conversations.

Anna: Can’t wait until we can go public! Any update on the house, babe? I have my painting studio plans ready to go.

Kelly: Shopping spree first, Nicky, then a vacation? I have a new bathing suit!

Brianna: I love you, Nick. And I’m here, waiting. But are you sure that she won’t put up a fight?

I kept scrolling, the truth being painted in bright colors around me. My vision blurred.

He had told them everything. That he was getting me out of the house. That soon, he’d have money. I sent their numbers to myself and deleted the messages.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror.

Nick had planned all of this.

I went back to our bedroom, carefully putting his phone back. I stared at his sleeping form, my skin crawling.

I had loved this man. I had adored him.

And now? Now, he was nothing but a stranger in my bed.

I lay down beside him and closed my eyes. Because if Nick wanted to play dirty? Then he had no idea who he was up against.

The next morning, Mary cornered me in the kitchen, her voice all syrupy sweet. She was sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking a cup of coffee and eating French toast.

Toast that she had only made for herself.

“Darling, we’re having a family dinner on Sunday. At my place. I thought that it would be nice to celebrate baby Skye. Such a gorgeous little girl!”

I met her gaze.

A month ago, I would have believed she meant well.

But now?

Now, I saw the trap in her eyes.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it,” I said, smiling. “It will be Skye’s first time with so many people around.”

Her eyes narrowed just for a second. Then she turned back to her breakfast, satisfied.

But she had no idea what was coming. Or who was coming to dinner.

The weekend rolled around and I walked into Mary’s house with my head held high. I had spent the week reaching out to Nick’s women. I was prepared for this night.

Nick was fidgeting. His eyes flicked toward the manila envelope on the side table. Mary sat at the head, watching me like a spider watching a fly.

“Skye is all settled down for the night?” she asked, passing the mashed potatoes around.

“She’s fine for now,” I said simply.

“She’s a very fussy baby,” Mary continued. “Nick was such a happy and calm baby.”

“Maybe she gets it from my side,” I said, helping myself to a piece of roast chicken.

Dinner went on in near silence.

Then, finally. Dessert.

Mary cleared her throat as she put down a large cheesecake.

“We wanted to share something important tonight,” she said. “Nick and I.”

Nick exhaled like this was hard for him.

Mary placed the envelope on the table.

“We recently had some… concerns. And unfortunately, the results have confirmed them.”

She slid the envelope toward me, her nails tapping against the paper.

I opened it. Scanned the fake DNA results.

Then I smiled.

“Wow,” I said. “You guys really thought this through. Points for the dedication.”

Nick’s eyes darted to his mother.

“What… what do you mean, Cassie?” he asked.

I reached into my purse hanging from the chair and pulled out my envelope.

“Funny timing,” I said, placing it in front of them. “We actually already had a DNA test at the hospital. If you were paying attention, Nick, you would have known about it. It was just a routine procedure. To ensure that the right baby went home with the right parents.”

Nick went pale.

Mary ripped it open, her hands shaking.

A 100% match. Hospital watermark. My OB/GYN’s details on the bottom. There was no question that my child was Nick’s.

Oh, and I wasn’t finished.

“I invited my own guests,” I said. “I think they’re here.”

I picked up my phone and called Brianna.

“We’re ready for you,” I said. “Come on in.”

The front door opened, and three women stepped inside.

Anna’s smile was sharp.

“He promised me a room in the house once it was his. For my painting studio,” she said.

“And I was supposed to get a shopping spree. And a vacation,” Kelly said.

And Brianna. She actually looked heartbroken, poor thing.

“I thought we were moving in together,” she said softly.

Nick choked on nothing but air. Mary looked like she might actually pass out.

I pulled out one final set of papers.

“The house is mine, Nick. I’m not sure where you got the idea that your name was on the deed. My parents made sure that the house was all mine. I guess they saw a shady side to you before I did.”

There was silence.

“And since Nick’s unemployed,” I continued. “He’ll owe me proper child support based on all that ‘income’ he bragged about.”

As if on cue, Skye began to fuss from her spot in the living room.

“Thanks for dinner,” I smiled. “But my child is calling. Best of luck to you both.”

I picked Skye up, and I walked out.

Nick tried to apologize. Mary called me in tears.

My father arranged for a moving company to come over and pack all of Nick’s belongings, ready to be boxed and sent over to Mary.

I blocked them both.

The divorce went smoothly, and the house stayed with me. My father added a clause that it would be Skye’s if anything happened to me.

It’s been a few months now, and Skye is much more settled. She sleeps through the night and is all smiles when she’s awake.

And last I heard?

Nick was still living in Mary’s guest room.

That mother-and-son duo thought that they could play me? They thought I’d fall apart?

Instead?

I walked away with everything that mattered. And do you know the best part?

I walked away from a man who would have hurt my child otherwise. Nick had absolutely no bond with Skye. This divorce? It saved my sweet girl from years of feeling unloved by a father who was right there in front of her.

Skye deserved the world. And I was going to give it to her.