My “almost” mother-in-law wants to see the grandchild she once forced me to abandon in exchange for her billions in assets; I only said one sentence that made her burst into tears.

My “almost” mother-in-law wants to see the grandchild she once forced me to abandon in exchange for a huge fortune — I only said one sentence that made her burst into tears.

My name is Meera.

I’ve been a single mother for four years.

My son’s father is Arjun — the man I deeply loved for three years of my youth.

When I met Arjun, he had nothing.

No money, no career, even a mountain of debt.

But I wasn’t afraid of hardship.

I stayed by his side, calculating every rupee with him, overcoming the most difficult days together.

We once believed that with enough effort, love would suffice.

Until Arjun’s family started to prosper and their business became more successful.

From then on, everything changed.

Arjun’s mother—Savita Malhotra—started openly hating me.

She disliked my appearance.

She said my family background wasn’t worthy of the Malhotra family.

She even invited a feng shui master to examine my birth chart and bluntly concluded:

— “This girl’s appearance brings bad luck; she’s not suitable to be our daughter-in-law.”

The worst part was when she found out I was pregnant.

She called me over, placed a thick envelope of money in front of me, and said:

— “Abort it. I don’t want you interfering in my son’s life.”

I was stunned.

Even more painful was that Arjun didn’t protect me at all.

He was surrounded by many beautiful and wealthy women, far more attractive than me.

He calmly said:

— “Mother has a point… you should abort the baby.”

At that moment, my love for him died completely.

I hated both of them.

But the child was my flesh and blood.

I couldn’t kill an innocent life.

So, I lied.

I said I had an abortion.

Then I disappeared, cutting off all contact with them.

I gave birth to my son in silence.

I raised him alone, without a husband, without any support.

I didn’t remarry.

For me, my son was all the happiness in my life.

For four years, I thought all the storms were over.

Until one day… Arjun came.

He said his mother was seriously ill and didn’t have long to live.

Her last wish was to see me and her grandson one last time.

I knew Arjun had known the truth for a long time.

But all those years, he never came to see his son.

At that moment, my hatred had cooled.

I thought: for someone who is about to die, granting their wish is a virtue.

I agreed.

But I never expected… As soon as she saw my son, Savita burst into tears, hugged him tightly, and declared in front of everyone:

— “All my assets will be left to my grandson.”

I was stunned.

Until I learned the truth behind that declaration.

It turned out that after we parted ways, Arjun had married.

His wife was just as extravagant and frivolous as he was.

Arjun’s business plummeted.

No matter how much money Savita poured in, it couldn’t save him.

When the money ran out, his wife immediately demanded a divorce.

From then on, Arjun lived a aimless life, unable to accomplish anything worthwhile.

Savita became seriously ill.

Her son was hopeless.

And then she remembered me.

When Arjun confessed that I had given birth to a grandson, she was overjoyed.

Not because of familial affection.

But she wanted to “invest” in her grandchild, to preserve the Malhotra family lineage.

Hearing that, I understood everything.

If their family had enough children and grandchildren,

then what significance did the child who was forcibly abandoned years ago have?

I looked directly at Savita and said only one thing:

“My child and I have never needed your family’s money.
I only wish for my child to be loved by his father and his paternal relatives—but for the past four years, he has received nothing.
My child has never even met his father.
I think that’s for the best… because if he knew, he would only feel more heartbroken, as if he had one but didn’t.
If you want to see your grandson, he’s here.
As for the assets—please, my child and I don’t need them.”

Savita choked back tears, unable to speak.

I bowed, picked up my child, and left.

For the past four years, without that enormous fortune, my child and I have lived very well.

I didn’t want money in exchange for disrupting my son’s life.

What I could do—I did.

As for regret, that’s something Arjun and his mother will have to carry with them for the rest of their lives.

That’s karma.