The Adopted Daughter

Summary

My husband Mark and I had been married for five years. We had one daughter, Chloe, and while we weren't exactly rolling in dough, we owned a house in the city and a car. A big plus? I didn't have to deal with my mother-in-law breathing down my neck, since she lived back in their hometown. Life was pretty comfortable.

My friends often told me how lucky I was, that I'd married a good guy with minimal family drama.

Until one day.

I was about six months pregnant with our second child. We were visiting Mark's family back home for the holidays when my mother-in-law suddenly told me I should let…