Just Three Months After My Wedding, My Face Was in a Horrible Condition. My Husband No Longer Kissed Me, and My Mother-in-Law Changed My Pillowcase Every Day, Saying, “With a Face Like That, You Won’t Stay by My Son’s Side for Long.” One Night, I Accidentally Overheard Her Telling My Husband, “If You Can’t Get Rid of Her, I’ll Do It Myself.”

“Let her go, Mike. Don’t try to stop her now.”

After those words, I couldn’t stay another second.

My mother lived about forty minutes outside the city. When I arrived, she opened the door and simply stared at me for several seconds.

“My God, sweetheart, what have they done to you?”

I collapsed into her arms and began sobbing.

For the next several days, I barely left my room. I turned the mirror toward the wall. My phone was often switched off.

Mike kept calling, but I refused to answer.

Martha never called once.

That only convinced me further that she had deliberately destroyed my marriage.

On the third day, my mother suggested that we visit another dermatologist.

The new doctor carefully examined my face, reviewed my previous treatments, and asked what skincare products I had been using.

I suddenly remembered that my mother-in-law had touched my cosmetics several times.