The Betrayal After My Second Baby — Novel

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In the whirlwind of parenting, love, and family expectations, Greta finds herself at a crossroads. Just after welcoming her second child, tensions flare as her husband, Irvin, is caught between his wife and the suffocating traditions of his family. When Greta insists their new baby take her surname, what begins as a small family dispute spirals into a battle of wills. Who will emerge victorious in a clash of legacies?

As alliances shift and secrets unfold, Greta grapples with the harsh reality of her marriage—a union built on promises now threatened by betrayal. With her parents offering unwavering support, she finds herself questioning everything she believed about love, loyalty, and sacrifice. Is Irvin the partner she thought he was, or merely a pawn in a game dictated by his family's expectations?

With every passing moment, the stakes elevate. Can Greta reclaim her voice and assert her identity, or will she be lost in the tide of familial duty? In a world where names carry weight, will she risk it all for her children's futures? The answers lie in the choices she must make, and the love she might have to fight for.

The Betrayal After My Second BabyChapter 1

Right after giving birth to my second child, my parents rushed over from their hometown and transferred $88,000 as a gift for the baby.

My husband smiled and said, "Mom and Dad are so generous to their grandson."

My parents and I exchanged glances, all of us stunned.

"Irvin Cobb, what do you mean? Didn't we agree the second child would take my surname? Why are you calling him your grandson?" My face darkened immediately.

Before my husband could respond, my mother-in-law jumped in.

"Absolutely not! Baby Abbott is a boy! He's going to carry on the Cobb family name—how could he possibly take your surname!"

My parents' expressions turned cold.

Their good upbringing and manners were the only things keeping them from exploding.

But I couldn't hold back.

"Irvin! Is this what you want, or what your mother wants?"

My husband looked at me, stammering, "W-well, what if we changed Marcia Pruitt's surname to yours instead?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the room went dead silent.

I laughed in disbelief.

"Fine!"

"Then let our daughter take my name!"

...

Hearing this, my mother-in-law's eyes went wide.