My mother wanted a house in her name and my wife refused; after the birth, that decision turned my son’s first week into a nightmare that ended in front of a judge.

“Part 2: “Go without worry,” my mother said. “We’ll take care of everything.”

So I left—trusting them.

For four days, I called constantly. My mother always answered. Valeria only appeared briefly on video calls, looking weaker each time.

“She just gave birth,” my mother said. “Stop worrying.”

I wanted to believe her.

But something didn’t feel right.

On the fourth day, I returned early without telling anyone.

The apartment door was slightly open. Inside, the air was freezing. My mother and sister were asleep under blankets,

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