The moment I first laid eyes on Alex Rodriguez was the moment I knew my soulmate entered into my life. he was the most charming man I’ve ever met. What’s most, he was loving, caring, and felt the same way about me. The only thing that stood in the way of our happiness was his mother—my mother-in-law, Evelyn—who tried to ruin everything we hoped to build by spreading one lie after another.
The truth was that she was so infatuated with her son that she felt like I was stealing him from her. What’s more, she couldn’t get over the fact that Alex fell for an Asian woman.
When Evelyn and I met for the first time, she was quick to mention Alex’s ex girlfriend, who was Mexican-American.
“You know, Eva understood our Mexican culture,” she said after I failed to show interest in her tamales recipe.
At the beginning, Alex didn’t think his mom’s behavior was out of line. He tried to assure me that she did what she did because she loved him. After all, he was her only son and tradition was an important part of her life.
One day, when we met for coffee, she looked at me and said,” You don’t look that bad, but you should put some makeup on every once in a while. It will make you look prettier.”
Evelyn showed her true self once again during our wedding day, but Alex was still unable to realize what kind of woman she was.
When we were about to have our first dance, she stole the moment from me and danced with her son in the middle of the dance floor while I just stood there, watching in confusion. The guests were as shocked as I was.
Finally, when I fell pregnant, I believed Evelyn will finally accept me.
Alex and I decided to share the news with both our families, and while my mom and dad cried tears of joy, Evelyn turned to me and said, “Know what, Jessica? My cousin Maria’s son married a black woman. Their children are beautiful, of course, but it’s been hard for them to fit in anywhere. They are not really accepted by either community.”
The comment was so hurtful that I started crying and it was for the first time in a long time that Alex defended me.
“Mom, you will be a grandmother soon, and Jessica will be the mother of your grandchild. How can you say something like that?”
But Evelyn didn’t care. “Honey, I’m just telling the truth,” she said and took a sip from the glass fully filled with wine.
Baby Isabella Rodriguez-Chen arrived on a perfect spring morning after a labor that was difficult but mercifully brief.
When Evelyn saw her granddaughter for the first time, she said, “Well, she definitely has Alex’s nose, but her eyes look… a bit different.”
The word “different” stirred my anger. My daughter’s beautiful, almond-shaped eyes reflected her Asian heritage—but Evelyn saw them as a flaw.
The next two years were a real struggle when it came to my mother-in-law — her offensive comments became unbearable, and the final straw was on Father’s Day, when she came up with the worst lie possible, trying to break my family apart.
During dinner, Evelyn said she had an announcement to make.
She stood, took her glass, and yelled, “Jessica you are a liar. You cheated on my son. This girl isn’t my granddaughter and I have a DNA test to prove it.”
She then threw some papers on the table, feeling proud of what she did. “Zero percent match,” she said with a huge smile on her face.
Everyone was surprised, except for my mom, who smiled quietly. And then, in a split second, my mother-in-law turned pale as a ghost when my mom exposed her lie.
“Evelyn, Jessica and Alex had already done a DNA test when they wanted to be sure their daughter won’t be affected by a condition that runs in your family.”
“What!?” Evelyn asked, confused.
“Mom, we know this test of yours is fake. How could you even think of something like that?” Alex asked, totally disappointed in his mother.
My mother-in-law was caught up in her lie—but she didn’t even blink.
The worst thing of all was that she confessed she faked the test in order to have me and Alex separated. She said I wasn’t worthy of him and didn’t deserve to be the mother of his child.
I knew Evelyn wasn’t fond of me, but I always thought it was just a way to prove her love for her son. That day, I understood what she felt for me was hatred.
That was the last time I ever saw her. Alex sort of forgave her and visits her every now and then, but I don’t think I will ever be able to get over what that woman did.
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