I’ll never forget that day at my baby shower, when I was eight months pregnant. My husband sh0cked everyone by giving the $10,000 we’d saved for the delivery to his mother. When I tried to stop him, he yelled furiously, “How dare you stop me?!” Before I could react, my cruel mother-in-law punched me in the stomach so hard I lost my balance and fell into the pool. As I sank, struggling to breathe and protecting my baby, my husband just stood there… laughing. And then, when I looked down at my belly, I froze in sh0ck.
I’ll never forget the day everything changed. It was my baby shower, a small celebration organized by my friends at our house in Valencia. I was eight months pregnant, and my heart was pounding with a mixture of nerves and happiness. There were pink decorations, soft music, and a huge cream cake with the name we had chosen for our daughter: Lucía.
Everything seemed perfect… until my husband, Javier, showed up with his mother, Carmen. Since we got married, she had never accepted me. She always said that I “stole her son.” But that day, I thought maybe things would be different.
During the meal, Javier stood up with a forced smile. “I have something important to announce,” he said, raising a glass. Everyone fell silent. “I’ve decided to give the ten thousand euros we had saved for the birth to my mother. She needs it more than we do.”
The silence was deafening. I felt my blood run cold. “What are you saying?” I whispered. “That money was for the hospital, Javier!”
“Don’t question me in front of everyone!” she shouted, her eyes blazing with rage. I tried to stay calm, but my voice trembled: “You can’t do that. It’s our daughter’s money.”
Then her mother stood up and, with a cruel smile, said, “You’re ungrateful! My son can do whatever he wants with his money.” I approached, trying not to get upset, but Javier pushed me back slightly. “How dare you stop me!” he roared.
And that’s when the unthinkable happened.
Carmen, with a fury I’d never seen before, shoved me violently. Her fist landed squarely on my stomach. An excruciating pain shot through my body, and before I could scream, I stumbled backward… and fell into the pool.
My dress clung to my body as I sank, the pain paralyzing me. I tried to move, but my belly was too heavy. My vision blurred, water filled my lungs, and the last thing I saw was Javier… laughing. He didn’t do anything. Not a single gesture. Just that laugh that still haunts me.
And just before losing consciousness, I looked down at my swollen belly. I felt something strange, a pressure, a movement… and I froze.
I woke up in a white room, with a constant beeping sound beside me. The smell of disinfectant made my stomach churn. I tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. A nurse approached immediately. “Calm down, María. You’re at La Fe Hospital. You were in an accident.”
It took my mind a few seconds to react. “My baby?” I asked, my voice breaking.
The nurse lowered her gaze. “I’m so sorry.”
My world collapsed. A strangled scream escaped my throat. I writhed, crying until I was completely drained. I couldn’t believe it. I had lost Lucía. My little girl. My reason for going on.
That night I didn’t sleep. The image of Carmen hitting me, of Javier laughing, kept replaying in my head. The next day, the police came to take my statement. A neighbor had seen part of what happened and called emergency services when she saw me floating unconscious. Thanks to her, I was alive.
“Do you wish to press charges?” the officer asked.
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “Against both of you.”
The following days were hell. Javier didn’t show up at the hospital. I only received one message from him: “You brought this on yourself.” That sentence confirmed that the man I loved was dead to me.
With the help of a social worker, I got a lawyer. The case moved slowly, but I focused on recovering. Physically, the wounds would heal. My soul… that was another story. My parents came from Seville to support me. They cried with me, hugged me, and promised I wouldn’t be alone.
During the trial, Javier tried to deny everything. He said it was “an accident” and that his mother was only trying to defend him. But the photos, the testimonies, and the medical reports spoke for themselves. Carmen was convicted of aggravated assault and manslaughter. Javier received a lesser sentence for failure to render aid.
When I saw them in handcuffs, I didn’t feel joy. Only emptiness. I had lost my daughter, my home, and the person I thought I knew.
After the trial, I moved to a small apartment facing the sea. I spent hours watching the waves. Sometimes, I imagined Lucía running along the sand. Other times, I just cried.
But one day, something changed. I received a letter. It had no return address, but I recognized the handwriting. It was from Javier.
“Maria,” the letter read, “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I need you to know the truth. My mother blackmailed me. She threatened to ruin me and reveal something about my past if I didn’t give her the money. That day, when she pushed you, I didn’t know how to react. I froze. I didn’t laugh… I was in shock. I swear I didn’t want any of that to happen.”
I read the letter over and over. Was he lying? Was it another manipulation? I didn’t know. But something inside me stirred. It wasn’t forgiveness, but a need to understand. I decided to go see him in prison.
When I saw him, he had aged. His eyes were no longer those of the man I knew. “Maria, I’m sorry,” he murmured.
“I’m not the one who’s sorry,” I replied coldly. “Because your silence killed our daughter.”
His eyes filled with tears. For a second, I saw something human in him, but not enough to erase the pain. I stood up and left. At the prison gate, I took a deep breath. For the first time, I didn’t feel hatred. I felt freedom.
