Zachary refused to sign the divorce papers.
I told him whether he agreed or not, I wasn't keeping the baby.
When his mother heard this news, she rushed to my place with bags of gifts.
The moment she walked in, she squeezed out a few crocodile tears.
"Ella, my precious daughter-in-law, our family has wronged you. I've wronged you. Please, I'm begging you, forgive Zachary and come home with me?"
I had to laugh. Before, she complained about everything I did, saying I wasn't good enough for her son.
Now that I wanted a divorce, suddenly I was her precious daughter-in-law.
"If I come back, what about your precious granddaughter?"
"I... well..."
"Please, can't you talk some sense into Ella?" she pleaded with my mother.
My mom just scoffed.
"This divorce is happening. Take your things and leave."
"No, no, your daughter is carrying a Williams heir."
Zachary's mother was clearly panicking. Clearly, she only cared about the baby I was carrying.
But this baby hadn't brought me a mom
