One sleepless night left me in a terrible state.

Vincent's mother, Amy Adams, started her day with a loud commotion in the living room. She was screaming about not having breakfast and claimed she was suffering from low blood sugar, demanding an ambulance to the hospital.

Disturbed from his dreams, Vincent, still groggy, kicked me and grumbled, "Why don't you get Mom something to eat?

"She's old enough; do you want her to starve?"

I thought, In the two months since giving birth, when I still need care myself, he has the gall to expect me to act as a maid?

My already shattered heart turned to ice at that moment.

But I couldn't afford to wallow in my sadness. The baby, startled by Vincent's impatient shouting, began to cry uncontrollably.

I hurriedly picked him up, cradling him carefully.

"Alice, sweetheart, don't cry. Mommy's here with your milk."

As I spoke, Vincent leaped out of bed, visibly annoyed, and stormed out, muttering under his breath.

"Crying again, always crying! Can't even start the day without a tantrum.

"She's draining all the good fortune from this house."

Amy soon joined in with her sharp comments, adding, "Honestly, you should just leave the baby with your parents and take care of yourself before thinking about having another one."

She had been harping on about wanting a grandchild since Alice was born.

What she didn't know was that even Alice had only come into existence through artificial insemination.

Out of respect for Vincent's pride, I had never shared this with anyone.

Not even her, though she was his mother.

However, she had continuously pushed her luck, making trouble for me.

Out of respect for her age and to avoid causing Vincent further embarrassment, I had kept my patience in check.

But now, with thoughts of possibly kicking Vincent out of the house, I didn't care about her anymore.

I wasn't rushing to confront her, though.

I needed more evidence of Vincent's infidelity.

I wanted him to know that I wasn't someone to be trifled with!

I intended to make him pay dearly and ruin him completely.

Under the excuse of giving my husband a chance to rest better and letting my parents help with the baby, I decided to move back to my parents' house for a while.

Amy was overjoyed when she heard the news.

"That's the spirit! A little girl isn't worth much. Better to have a son soon to carry on the family name!"

Her words were so infuriating I nearly shoved a diaper in her mouth.

I thought, She keeps calling my daughter useless, but doesn't she stop to think that she is a woman herself? Is she rejecting my daughter or just expressing her own self-loathing? Pathetic!

But I didn't have time to argue with a fool.

Suppressing my burning anger, I took care of something important before leaving the house.

I moved back to my parents' house with my daughter, and my parents were over the moon, practically dancing with joy.

"We've been wanting you two to come stay for a while. But I didn't want to mention it because we were worried Amy might not want to part with the baby."

Amy did not want to part with the baby.

That was a joke of epic proportions.

Of course, she was great at putting on a show. Every time my parents visited, she played the part of the sweet, kind-hearted, and loving grandmother to perfection.

But as soon as my parents left, she'd be right back at it, harping on about having a son.

It seemed that her family was some royal dynasty that needed an heir!

Amy should take a good look in the mirror—her own son was hardly fit to be a father, let alone provide for a child.

If it weren't for my relentless earnings, we'd be scraping by on his meager salary. There'd be no question of raising a kid; she'd be struggling just to get by.

But I didn't want my parents to worry about these things.

They'd already sacrificed so much for me over the years.

Now that I was a mother myself, it was time for me to handle my own problems.

With my parents helping out with my daughter, I shut the bedroom door behind me and secretly pulled up the surveillance footage on my phone.

Yes, before leaving, I had installed hidden cameras around the house.

I was eager to see just how much of Amy and Vincent's true colors were hidden from view.

When I opened that footage, I was in for a shock.