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.

In the surveillance footage, Amy was lounging with her feet propped up on the coffee table, watching TV and eating snacks.

She wasn't shy about complaining to Vincent.

"Finally, she's gone. Otherwise, I'd be stuck catering to her every day!

"This isn't having a wife; it's like having a master!

"If it weren't for her family's money and the fact she's an only child—so all that money, the house, and the car would eventually be yours—I'd never have agreed to this marriage.

"She's spoiled rotten, not fit to compare with our rural girls."

It turned out they'd been scheming about my family's assets from the start.

My hand trembled slightly as I held my phone, a cold sweat creeping down my back.

I thought, What if I haven't discovered this? I would've been blissfully unaware, and once my parents were gone, would the Adams family have ended up swindling all our property?

At that moment, I truly understood how deceitful people could be.

But it wasn't until Amy's next comments that I really grasped the depths of human malice.