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I am Jules, 35. Mom to Olivia, my six-year-old daughter, is a kind, artistic soul. Lyla, age four, is my shadow and a beautiful snuggle bug. And Everly, who was almost two, was learning to construct the funniest statements.<\/p>\n
Mason, 37, and I had established a life together, or so I believed. He had always wanted a large family, and when I found out I was pregnant again, his delight was almost boyish!<\/p>\n
\u201cIt has to be a boy this time, Jules.\u201d
\nHe became obsessed with the idea. Mason was fixated, and I didn\u2019t notice until it was too late.<\/p>\n
The gender reveal party was his idea. I didn\u2019t mind the fuss, but I agreed. For him.<\/p>\n
The cake he purchased for the occasion was ideal. Inside, the cream\u2019s color would reveal the baby\u2019s gender.<\/p>\n
The only one missing was Thomas, my husband\u2019s father.<\/p>\n
But, in retrospect, I wish he had come. Perhaps the night would not have turned out so badly.<\/p>\n
On that fateful day, my husband and I stood holding the knife, ready to cut the cake.<\/p>\n
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\nThe first piece dropped on the plate.<\/p>\n
Pink.<\/p>\n
We were having another girl!<\/p>\n
And then Mason snapped.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you kidding me?!\u201d he barked.
\nHis arm swung, catching the cake and throwing it across the yard.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have time for this!\u201d Mason\u2019s voice was a deep and fierce growl. \u201cAnother girl? Another girl?!\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he was gone.<\/p>\n
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\nOn the third day, panic overcame my pride, and I resolved to seek help. I emailed a video of the unveiling, Mason\u2019s scream, and my kids\u2019 tears to his family patriarch, Thomas. Along with one desperate message.<\/p>\n
His response was quick.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo matter what happens with that foolish son of mine, you and those girls will never be left wanting.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas has sent a significant amount of money into my account!<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Weeks have passed.<\/p>\n
I was running errands one day when I spotted Mason in a baby store.<\/p>\n
I followed him to the checkout line. And when I saw what he was buying, my heart dropped.<\/p>\n
It was a blue baby boy crib!<\/p>\n
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\nA young woman, attractive, glowing, and heavily pregnant, hovered by his side. She giggled at something he said before leaning in and kissing him on the lips.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo this is why,\u201d I spoke, my voice slashing the air. Mason wrenched his head around, and his gaze caught mine.<\/p>\n
I ignored her, my eyes fixed on Mason. \u201cYou couldn\u2019t handle another girl, so you ran off to find someone who\u2019d give you a boy? Thank God your father is a much kinder and responsible person than you are! I told him everything, and he helped me.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes glinted with something vicious and insolent. \u201cMy father,\u201d he added with great care, \u201cthe man you praise so much, promised the lion\u2019s share of his estate\u2014everything\u2014to whoever gave him the first grandson.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt nauseous. My daughters, his daughters, meant nothing to him! Nothing except missed opportunity!<\/p>\n
But the narrative did not stop there.<\/p>\n
I needed answers from Thomas.<\/p>\n
I called my FIL and requested a me<\/p>\n
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\nHis eyes blazed with something dark. \u201cI thought I was motivating my children because I need a grandson to carry the family name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas was patriarchal, but not unkind. He was sensible. At the least.<\/p>\n
Mason proposed to his pregnant mistress three weeks later after serving me with divorce papers, believing that this would be his route to fortune.<\/p>\n
But fate, it turned out, has a cruel sense of humor.<\/p>\n
When I lay in that hospital room, the nurse spoke softly but clearly.<\/p>\n
\u201cCongratulations,\u201d she said. \u201cYou have a healthy baby boy!\u201d<\/p>\n
Two months later, the doorbell rang.<\/p>\n
I opened it and found Mason.<\/p>\n
\u201cJules\u2026\u201d he rasped. \u201cI\u2026 I lost everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice cracked. \u201cMy father. He\u2026 he disowned me. He gave everything\u2026 to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
His knees buckled. \u201cPlease,\u201d he begged, \u201cI love you. I love our girls\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nI closed the door.<\/p>\n
Because my family\u2014Olivia, Lyla, Everly, and my son, Thomas Jr.\u2014deserved more than the man on the other side.<\/p>\n
We were finally free.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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