I thought I could trust my mother-in-law. I really did. She seemed kind, caring—someone who would look after my son with love while my husband and I were away on our honeymoon.
But just four days into the trip, my phone rang.
I smiled as I saw Angela’s name, expecting an update, maybe even a cheerful “Liam’s having a blast!” Instead, the moment I answered, my son’s small, terrified voice sent my heart into freefall.
“Mom, don’t do this to me!”
I bolted upright in bed, my breath caught in my throat.
“Liam? Baby, what’s wrong?”
His whisper shook. “Mrs. Kim said you’re gonna give me up for adoption if I don’t listen and watch cartoons.”
My stomach clenched so hard it felt like I had been punched.
“What?”
“Grandma… and Mrs. Kim,” Liam sniffled. “They said I should get used to not having a mom soon.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The room spun. No, no, no.
“That’s not true,” I said firmly, gripping the phone. “I would never leave you. Do you hear me, Liam? Never.”
“Then why did they say it?”
I clenched my jaw so hard it ached.
“Put Grandma on the phone.”
There was a shuffling sound, and then Angela’s voice floated through the speaker—calm, almost amused.
“Oh, hello, dear! Everything’s fine. Liam’s just being sensitive.”
“Sensitive?” My hands trembled. “You told my son I was giving him away?”
Angela sighed, like she was the one being inconvenienced. “Well, he wasn’t listening. Kids these days need a little motivation, you know?”
I didn’t even let her finish. I ended the call, threw the covers off, and started throwing clothes into my suitcase.
Ethan stirred beside me. “What’s going on?”
“We’re leaving,” I said, yanking open the dresser.
“Wait—what?”
I spun on him, heart pounding. “Your mother told Liam I was giving him up. That if he didn’t behave, I wouldn’t be his mom anymore.”
Ethan paled. “She—she wouldn’t—”
“She did.” I was already stuffing my things into my bag. “I heard my baby crying. Do you think I imagined it?”
He scrambled out of bed, reaching for his phone. “Maybe it’s a misunderstanding—”
“You do whatever you want. I’m going home.”
We booked the first flight out. The whole journey back, my hands gripped the armrests so tightly my nails dug into my skin. My only thought? Get to Liam. Now.
The moment we pulled up to Angela’s house, I was out of the car before Ethan even turned off the engine. I didn’t knock. I slammed the door open so hard it hit the wall.
Angela, sipping tea on the couch, looked up in surprise. She set her cup down carefully, like nothing was wrong.
“Oh! You’re back early—”
“WHERE IS LIAM?”
Her brows lifted. If anything, she looked amused.
“He’s upstairs, taking a nap,” she said smoothly. “He was being so difficult at first, but don’t worry—I taught him how to behave.”
I didn’t wait for another word. I bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Liam’s door was closed. I pushed it open.
And my heart broke.
He was curled up in the corner of his bed, knees pulled to his chest, clutching his stuffed bunny like it was the only thing keeping him safe. His tiny body trembled, his face buried in his pillow.
“Liam.” My voice cracked.
His head jerked up. His red, tear-streaked eyes met mine.
“Mom!”
He threw himself off the bed and into my arms. I caught him, holding him so tight I could feel his little heart racing against mine.
“I didn’t mean to be bad!” he sobbed. “Please don’t leave me!”
Tears blurred my vision. I rocked him gently, pressing kisses into his damp hair.
A noise behind me. I turned. Angela stood in the doorway, arms crossed.
“Explain,” I said, my voice trembling.
She let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. Stop acting like I beat him.”
I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. “You told my son I was giving him up. You let him cry himself to sleep, believing he was alone in this world.”
Angela waved a dismissive hand. “A little fear never hurt anyone. It teaches kids respect.”
“Respect?” My blood boiled. “You don’t scare children into obedience. You love them. You protect them.”
She scoffed. “That’s not how I was raised, and I turned out just fine.”
Behind me, I heard footsteps.
Ethan.
His face was pale, his hands clenched at his sides. He looked at his mother, then at Liam, still shaking in my arms. His jaw tightened.
“Mom,” his voice was low, controlled. “Tell me this isn’t true.”
Angela rolled her eyes. “Oh, Ethan, don’t be so dramatic. Kids need discipline. If a little fear gets them in line, so be it.”
Ethan exhaled sharply, like she had physically hit him. He stared at her for a long moment. Then, his voice eerily calm, he said—
“Then don’t be surprised when we put you in a nursing home one day.”
Angela blinked. “Excuse me?”
Ethan didn’t flinch. “A little fear builds character, right? Shouldn’t you experience it too?”
For the first time, Angela looked… shaken.
She opened her mouth, then shut it. A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face.
Ethan turned to me. “Get Liam. We’re leaving.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I carried Liam out the door, his little arms still wrapped around me. Ethan followed. Angela trailed after us, voice rising—
“Ethan, don’t do this! I didn’t mean—”
But Ethan didn’t even glance back. We walked out, leaving her standing in the middle of her spotless living room.
For weeks, she called. Left voicemails, sent messages. She even showed up at our door once, begging to see Liam.
Ethan ignored her. I blocked her number.
She cried. She apologized. She swore she’d never do it again. Eventually, for Ethan’s sake, we let her back into our lives—but under one condition.
She would never, ever be alone with Liam again.
She agreed, but things were never the same.
Liam changed, too. He refused to sleep alone. If I left the room, even for a minute, he panicked, running after me, tears in his eyes.
Every night, I had to hold him until he fell asleep.
I blamed myself. I had trusted the wrong person. But I would not make that mistake again.
And I promised Liam—no one would ever hurt him like that again.
Years later, as I tucked him into bed, he wrapped his little arms around me and whispered—
“You never left me. You kept your promise.”
And that was all I needed.