Doyle Cain quickly gave me a positive response.
There was a way, but I had to wait for a week.
The next day, Marlon did not come to the hospital to see me.
Doyle had a wide network of contacts. He sent me videos through email and found evidence of Marlon's infidelity.
He went to accompany Melanie and probably told her the news of my pregnancy.
Melanie cried with joy and kissed Marlon in the coffee shop.
I turned off the video, since I could not bear to watch it anymore. Then, I forced myself to check social media to distract myself.
But the result was my mother-in-law, who used to be honest and kind, that time changed her expression 180 degrees.
She released all the hidden videos of her grandson playing with other children.
It hit me then—those holidays when I believed Marlon was working late, he was actually with Melanie and their son.
In the latest video, my mother-in-law appeared herself, cursing me online, branding me the most vicious daughter-in-law in history.
She even photoshopped my picture into a posthumous portrait.
People called me unfilial, heartless. They said I was a cruel mother for refusing to save my son, for refusing to have another child.