My Wife Is Someone Else’s Gentle Daughter-in-Law

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The day of my mothers surgery, I was scrolling through my phone in the hospital hallway when I saw Leos post:
[Mom had a little heart flutter, but thankfully our caring daughter-in-law was here to help.]
The photo showed my wife, Claire, the surgeon who was supposed to be operating on my mother, gently taking the blood pressure of Leos mom.
Her text from half an hour ago was still glowing on my screen:
[High-risk patient just came in. I had Dr. Shaw cover Moms surgery.]
After my mothers operation ended successfully, I quietly arranged for her transfer to another hospital.
Then I called my divorce lawyer.

It was one in the morning when Claire finally pushed open the door to the hospital room.
The harsh light from the hallway sliced into the darkness. I instinctively shifted my body, shielding my sleeping mother from the glare.
She stood at the door, still in her white coat.
Jake, she said, her voice tired. I just finished. Lets wake Mom up, Ill do a check-up.
I used to be obsessed with my mothers health. Every time she felt unwell, I wouldnt rest until Claire had seen her personally. It made sense; my mother was critically ill, and Claire was a leading specialist in the field.
But now
I gently tucked the corner of my mothers blanket, my voice flat.
That wont be necessary.
Claire froze, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. Jake, Mrs. Daviss heart palpitations today were serious. Thats why I had Dr. Shaw take over. Dont get the wrong idea.
Besides, she added, her tone hardening, Dr. Shaw told me the surgery went perfectly. Can you stop making a scene?
I wasnt getting the wrong idea. And I wasnt making a scene.
If theres nothing else, you should go home. Dont disturb Mom. She just had surgery and needs to rest.
A cold laugh escaped her lips. Fine. Just dont come crying to me later, saying I dont care about your mother.
Care?
A surgeon who walks out mid-operation. A daughter-in-law who prioritizes someone elses mother.
A care like that? We couldnt afford it.
Claire slammed the door on her way out. I gently smoothed the worry lines on my mothers brow. She fluttered her eyes open for a moment before drifting back into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning, I went downstairs to buy my mother breakfast and ran into Claire in the parking lot.
Jake, she said, rolling down her window. I made some chicken soup for Mom. Lets go up together?
I was surprised. At this time, she was usually already at Leos place. Ever since Leo and his mother moved here three years ago, she had accompanied my mother to her check-ups less and less.
At first, she said it was hospital meetings, emergency surgeries. I believed her.
Until six months ago. I was with my mother for an appointment and saw Claire in the hospital garden. She was supposed to be in surgery, but there she was, carefully helping Leos mother on a walk.
Easy, Mrs. Davis, take your time.
Oh, Claire, youre more thoughtful than my own son.
So, it wasn't that she didn't have time. It was just that we were no longer worth her time.
We had a massive fight that night. After that, my mother refused to let Claire take her to the hospital ever again.
Even though divorce was now a certainty, the concern in her eyes looked genuine. I didnt refuse, just sent my mom a quick text. As Claire opened her car door, my eyes caught a seat cushion on the passenger side, finely embroidered with the letter D.
Hanging from the rearview mirror was a small, framed photo of Leo and his mother, dangling next to a silver charm.
She noticed me looking, and her expression tightened. Those are just some things Mrs. Davis left behind. Im holding them for her.
Her voice became defensive. Dont make a big deal out of it.
The old me would have ripped that photo down and demanded to know who her real family was.
But now, I just nodded.
Thats a nice charm.
She stared at me, confused. Jake youre not angry?
Angry? Maybe I should have been. But all I felt was a vast, numb emptiness. This was such a blatant line she had crossed. Did she really not see it? Or did she just enjoy it?
I turned away. Lets go. Mom will be waiting.
She pursed her lips and followed me, carrying the thermos.
We hadnt taken more than a few steps when her phone rang. The custom ringtone was Leos favorite piano piece.
Leos frantic voice came through the speaker. Claire! Where are you? My moms not feeling well again, you have to come back and check on her!
She didnt even try to hide it. Im on my way.
Hanging up, she shoved the thermos into my hands. Its an emergency with Mrs. Davis. Tell Mom Im sorry. Ill see her another day.
In her haste, the thermos slipped and crashed to the ground. She didnt even look back as she sped away.
In the hospital room, my mother was quietly eating her porridge.
I struggled to find the words. Mom, Claire had an emergency. She said shell come back
I know, son. My mothers voice was soft, her gaze calm as she cut me off.
Under anesthesia, youre paralyzed, not deaf.
She took my hand. The two of us we just cant compete with them, can we?
That evening, Claire called. Shed heard I was transferring my mother, and her voice was tight with suppressed rage.
Why are you transferring her? Im the best doctor here, am I not taking good care of her?
Or is this because I didnt visit this morning? Are you really going to throw a tantrum over that?
Jake, thats your mother! You cant play games with her health just because youre upset!
I have to stay with Mrs. Davis tonight. Since you think Im doing such a terrible job, I wont be coming home!
I listened calmly, then replied with a single word. Fine.
Silence. She clearly hadnt expected that response. She stammered for a moment before finally managing a, You
I hung up before she could finish.
Five minutes later, my phone pinged. A message from Leo.
[Hey Jake, sorry about all this. My mother hasnt been well, and Claire has been a huge help.]
[But you really shouldnt have acted that way. You need to be more understanding. Claire is the best doctor in the city, of course shes in high demand.]
[Dont worry, Ill take good care of her for you.]
I read the messageless an apology and more a declaration of ownershipand then deleted it and blocked his number.
This whole charade had been going on since Leo and his mother arrived three years ago. It started with occasional favors, then frequent care. Now, Claire was practically their private physician.
Her call came again, moments later.
Jake! What the hell is wrong with you? Leo was trying to apologize, and you treat him like that?
In the background, I could faintly hear Mrs. Davis sobbing and Leo comforting her.
I remained silent, listening to her vent.
How did you become so cold? Mrs. Davis is a sick woman! Dont you have an ounce of compassion?
I am so disappointed in you!
I ended the call, my fingertips cold. Im the one who should be saying that to you.
She was the one who kept putting others first. I hadnt said a word, yet somehow, I was the one at fault.
Back home, I started packing. The lawyer had confirmed that the division of assets from our marriage would be in my favor, more than enough to cover my mothers medical expenses. My last hesitation was gone.
I opened the closet. On the left were my mothers simple, plain clothes. On the right, Claires expensive designer suitsmost of them bought while shopping with Mrs. Davis.
I remembered once my mother wanted a new coat. Claire had told her "next time," then turned around and bought Mrs. Davis a cashmere one. We fought about it, and she promised to get one for Mom. That coat never appeared.
Clothes, toiletries, my mothers favorite books I packed them all, box by box.
When my fingers brushed against a wooden box deep in the closet, they trembled. I gently lifted the lid. Inside were photos from when Claire and I were dating.
On top was a picture from her medical school graduation. She was beaming at me in her cap and gown.
On the back, in her elegant script, she had written:
[To my dearest Jake, wait for me. Ill become a doctor you can be proud of.]
My phone rang. It was Claire.
Her voice was choked with tears when I answered. Jake! Mrs. Davis took a turn for the worse, shes in the ICU! If anything happens to her, I will never, ever forgive you!
I looked at the girl in the photo, the girl whose eyes used to be filled with only me.
The girl who used to secretly text me during her night shifts to say she missed me.
Now, for someone elses mother, she was spitting venom at me.
My thumb traced the smile on her face in the picture. Do whatever you want, I said softly.
I hung up and fed the contents of the wooden box into the paper shredder.
Claire didnt come home that night.
I didnt call her, screaming and begging her to come back like I used to. I didnt call Leo to curse him out for wrecking my marriage.
Back at the hospital, my mother, as if by silent agreement, didnt ask where Claire was.
The cold war lasted for three days.
Finally, my mother was stable, and the hospital transfer form needed the signature of her attending physician.
I tried calling Claire, only to find shed blocked me. I had no choice but to drive to Leos house to find her.
When I started the car, the GPS, which had been switched to Leos voice at some point, gently reminded me to drive safely. I fought back a wave of nausea and typed in Leos address, only to see the saved location name pop up on the screen: Our Love Nest.
Disgusting. Utterly disgusting.
Claire was not only crossing every line, she was reveling in it.
When I arrived, the place was empty except for a moving truck driver locking the door. I asked him for the delivery address. It was my house.
The house I had bought for her. Our marital home.
My hands tightened on the steering wheel. I turned the car around and raced home. From a distance, I could see the moving truck parked outside.
Claire was directing workers as they carried an antique vanity into the living room.
What are you doing?
She turned, not a hint of surprise on her face. Mrs. Davis is unwell and needs someone to look after her. Its too much trouble going back and forth, so Im having her move in with me.
This is my house.
Whats yours is mine, isnt it? she replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The guest room is already set up.
I watched as the movers carried Leos suitcase into the room next to our master bedroomthe room we had planned for our future child.
Did you ask for my opinion?
Claire frowned, her patience wearing thin. Jake, can you please be mature about this? Mrs. Davis is a patient
A patient? I cut her off. So that gives her the right to invade my home? To let you hand over the life I built for us to complete strangers?
Leo emerged from the house with a contemptuous smirk. Claire is my mothers devoted daughter-in-law. How is she a stranger?
How utterly ridiculous. My wife, standing with another man, claiming to be a family, making me feel like the outsider.
Claire reached for my arm, but I stepped back.
Sign it. I held out the transfer form. Sign this, and you can do whatever you want with this house.
Claires face darkened.
Leo saw the papers in my hand and sneered. Everyone knows Claire is the best cardiac surgeon in the city. Transferring? Mr. Hayes, are you trying to get attention this way?
Claire, forget it, he said, his tone softening. Youve been with me and my mom all week, neglecting Jake and his mother. You should go check on them.
At his words, Claires expression eased.
Jake, do you have to be so childish? Using Moms health as an excuse? I know youre upset, but youre the one who stressed Mrs. Davis out and made her sick in the first place.
She pushed the form back at me. Im not signing it. And you owe Leo an apology.
I looked at her, defending another man, and suddenly, I didnt even have the energy to argue.
Whatever.
Back at the hospital, Dr. Shaw was doing her rounds. Her name was Anna. She knew my mothers case well.
Lets transfer her to University Medical Center, she said gently. My mentor works there. Hes even better than I am.
The paperwork was processed quickly. On the signature line of the transfer form, in neat, elegant script, were two words.
[Anna Shaw.]
On the day of the transfer, the transport ambulance hadnt arrived yet. I told my mother to rest while I took our bags downstairs.
As I reached the entrance of the building, a familiar white car pulled up.
The passenger window rolled down, and Leo smirked at me. Really going through with it? Jake, what other hospital has a specialist like Claire?
Can you even afford it? If not, you can always ask our Claire. Shes very charitable; Im sure shed help.
I stared at him coldly. Dont trouble yourself. Since Dr. Adams is so busy, we wouldnt want to take up any more of her time caring for you and your mother.
Leos face instantly crumpled into a look of feigned hurt as he turned to the drivers seat. Claire, did I say something wrong? Why is he so angry?
Claire rolled her window down. Jake, dont take it too far.
Im taking it too far? I looked her straight in the eye. For a man whose wife is a surgeon who abandons her patients mid-operation, I think Ive shown remarkable restraint.
Seeing her at a loss for words, I turned to leave. But I heard Leos snide remark behind me. Some people just dont know whats good for them
I ignored him. The ambulance still wasnt there, so I headed back to the room.
Before I even reached the door, I could hear shouting.
I burst into the room to see Leos mother jabbing a finger in my mothers face.
Im doing you a favor by letting you switch rooms! My daughter-in-law is the top surgeon here! Ill stay in whichever room I damn well please!
Please show some respect. I stepped between them, shielding my mother. The hospital has rules. You dont get to make them.
My mother tugged at my sleeve, her voice calm but firm. Maam, theres a thing called first come, first served.
First come, first served? Mrs. Davis scoffed, raising her voice for effect. My daughter-in-law is Claire Adams, the top specialist in this hospital! What I say, goes! Who the hell do you think you are, trying to take a room from me?
My mother looked around at the murmuring crowd. Claire is my daughter-in-law, she stated, her voice quiet but clear.
You? Mrs. Davis yanked on my mothers sleeve. Look at your cheap clothes. You think youre worthy of being Claires mother-in-law?
I grabbed her wrist. Let go of her!
Just then, Claire and Leo rushed in.
Seeing them, Mrs. Davis cried Oh! and collapsed into her sons arms, pointing at me. Heavens! Hes attacking me! In broad daylight!
Son, he pushed me!
Leo shot forward. Jake, you laid a hand on my mother?
I laughed, a cold, humorless sound. Laid a hand on her? Are there no security cameras in this hospital? Youre just going to stand there and lie?
I was stopping her from harassing my mother. What about you? Do you just let your mother run wild and act like a tyrant in a hospital?
The commotion drew a larger crowd.
Well, Ive seen it all now. People fighting over inheritance, over parents, but never over a daughter-in-law.
Look at what that old woman is wearing. Doesnt look like shes related to a doctor. Maybe shes just confused?
One of the onlookers asked curiously, Dr. Adams, which one of them is your family?
All eyes turned to Claire.
I stared into her eyes, my voice low and steady. Claire. Think very carefully before you answer. Think about how Mom has treated you all these years.
Claires lips trembled, her gaze darting between us.
Leo suddenly grabbed her sleeve and started to sob quietly. Claire, you know I never had a father. My mom is all I have in this world. If anything happens to her I dont want to live anymore.
Claire squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, her gaze was filled with a cold resolve.
I am Mrs. Daviss daughter-in-law.
She then turned to my mother. Maam, I believe youre mistaken.
The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. Eight years of marriage, and she publicly disowned her own mother-in-law.
The room erupted in whispers and jeers.
Whats wrong with that old woman, claiming relatives like that!
She probably saw they had money and wanted a piece of it
And her son doesnt look like much either, just a pretty boy
Rage flared in my chest. Claire, have you lost your conscience? How could you say that
Before I could finish, my mother stood and grabbed my arm. Son, let it go.
She looked at Claire, the hope in her eyes slowly fading, dimming, until all that was left was a flat, empty calm.
Im sorry, Dr. Adams. Im just an old, confused woman. I seem to have mistaken you for someone else.

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