I Came Home with My Newborn Twins to a Nightmare—Locks Changed and My Stuff Thrown Out!

After giving birth to my twin daughters, I hoped my husband would start prioritizing us over his mother. But that wasn’t the case. Once again, he sided with her, and that was the last straw. I decided to expose her for the bully and liar she truly was.

You would think bringing home newborn twins would be a joyful occasion, but for me, it quickly turned into a nightmare.

After three days in the hospital, recovering from a tough delivery, I was finally ready to go home with my beautiful daughters, Ella and Sophie. I had pictured this moment for months—Derek, my husband, picking us up with flowers and tears of joy. But everything changed with a phone call.

“Hey, baby,” my husband’s voice sounded rushed. “I’m really sorry, but I can’t come pick you up as planned.”

“What?” I asked, adjusting Sophie in her swaddle. “Derek, I just had twins. What’s more important—”

“It’s my mom,” he interrupted. “She’s not feeling well, really bad chest pains. I need to pick her up and take her to the hospital.”

His words felt like a punch to the stomach. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I need you here.”

“I know, but this just came up. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.”

Frustrated and disappointed, I tried to hide my anger. “Fine. I’ll just take a taxi.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, before hanging up.

His mother lived in another city, so it was clear Derek wouldn’t be back soon. I knew he wouldn’t leave her side, and I was left to figure things out on my own. As I arranged everything and got into a taxi, I felt a sense of unease.

When I arrived home, my heart sank. My bags, the diaper bags, and even the crib mattress were scattered on the front lawn. Something was very wrong. I paid the driver and stepped out, holding the twins, my mind racing.

As I tried to open the door, the key wouldn’t turn. I tried again, confused, but then I saw a note taped to one of my suitcases.

“Get out of here with your little moochers! I know everything. Derek.”

My breath caught in my chest. I read the note over and over, trying to process it. This couldn’t be happening. Not Derek. Not the man who had been with me through every important moment. I immediately called him, but it went straight to voicemail.

Panic set in as the twins started crying. I needed help, so I called my mom. “Mom?” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Derek… he changed the locks and left a note saying I should leave.”

“WHAT?!” she gasped. “Stay there. I’m coming.”

It felt like hours before she arrived. She saw the mess outside and immediately got upset. “This doesn’t make sense. Derek wouldn’t do this.”

“I thought the same,” I said, holding Ella. “But look at this note. What does ‘I know everything’ mean?”

Mom hugged me tightly. “Let’s go to my place, and we’ll figure this out.”

We loaded my bags into her car and went to her house. The whole night, I could barely sleep, trying to understand what had happened.

The next day, I knew I had to get answers. Leaving the twins with Mom, I drove back to our house. The yard was empty, and my things were gone. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I went around the back and froze.

There, sitting at the dining table, was Derek’s mother, Lorraine, sipping tea! I couldn’t believe it. I knocked loudly on the door, and she looked up, startled, before smirking.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded.

Lorraine slowly got up and opened the door a little. “Jenna, you’re not welcome here. Didn’t you see the note?”

“Where’s Derek?” I asked, my voice rising.

“He’s at the hospital, taking care of his sick mother,” she said casually.

“You’re sitting here drinking tea! You’re not sick!” I exclaimed.

She shrugged, a smug smile on her face. “Maybe I’m feeling better. Miracles happen.”

“You faked being sick?” I asked in disbelief.

She didn’t deny it. “I told Derek from the start that our family needed a boy to carry on the name. But you gave us two girls. Useless.”

Her words left me speechless. She had planned everything—lying to Derek, taking his phone, and locking me out of our house just because she didn’t like our daughters.

“You threw us out over that?” I whispered, barely able to hold back my tears.

“Of course,” she said, unfazed. “I bribed a nurse to keep Derek at the hospital. I wanted you gone, and I got what I wanted.”

Her actions were cruel and calculated. “You’re sick,” I said, feeling nauseous.

“I’m just protecting my family,” she said coldly. “Derek always sides with me. You should have known.”

Her words burned in my ears as I drove to the hospital to find Derek. When I saw him pacing in the waiting room, I didn’t waste any time.

“Jenna!” he exclaimed. “Where have you been? I couldn’t reach you!”

“Your mom took your phone,” I said, furious. “She locked me out of the house. She faked an illness just to get rid of me and the twins.”

Derek’s face went from confusion to shock. “What? Why would she do that?”

“Because our daughters aren’t boys,” I said bitterly.

His anger was immediate. Without another word, he grabbed his keys, and we headed back to the house. Lorraine was still sitting there, looking like she owned the place.

When she saw Derek’s expression, her smugness vanished. “Mom,” Derek said, his voice icy. “What did you do? I thought you were in the hospital?”

She opened her mouth to lie, but Derek cut her off. “I know everything. You faked everything.”

Lorraine tried to explain, but Derek wasn’t having it. “You made me abandon my family for a lie, locked my wife and children out, and stole my phone. What’s wrong with you?”

Lorraine just stood there, speechless. “You can’t do this to me,” she finally muttered.

“Jenna is my wife. Those are my daughters. If you can’t respect them, you’re out of our lives,” Derek said, standing firm.

Lorraine left that night. Derek apologized and promised to make things right. He changed the locks, blocked his mother’s number, and even reported the nurse who had been bribed.

It wasn’t easy, but we worked through it. Months later, as I rocked Ella and Sophie to sleep, I realized that Lorraine had tried to tear us apart, but instead, she had brought us closer than ever.