My MIL Urged Me to Become a Surrogate for Her – Days After Birth,

It started on a sunny Sunday — me making potato salad, Marcus grilling — until Darlene showed up in a pastel suit, smiling too tightly. “The Lord told me I’m meant to be a mother again,” she said, and asked me to carry her baby. I laughed. She didn’t. Guilt won; I said yes.

The IVF worked. Darlene became obsessed, calling my belly her baby, posting photos, erasing every boundary. When I gave birth to a girl, her delight vanished — the baby didn’t look like her. She took the newborn “for bonding” and disappeared. Days later, a lawyer delivered both my daughter and her lawsuit for emotional damages.

Our lawyer exposed everything: coercion, fake contracts, fraud. The judge ruled in our favor, and Darlene vanished overseas. A letter later revealed the truth: it was never about motherhood — only greed.

Now Mila sleeps between Marcus and me, safe and loved. I learned love isn’t surrender — it’s strength with boundaries. And the only thing I carry now is mine: my daughter, my peace, my power.