The husband took his mistress and her child on a trip to Europe for Christmas, leaving his sick wife hospitalized and their child without money for school fees. The mother-in-law, who had come from the countryside, witnessed her daughter-in-law’s heartbreaking situation in the hospital and did something shocking…
The husband took his mistress and her child to celebrate Christmas in Europe, abandoning his seriously ill wife hospitalized in India. When the mother-in-law arrived from the countryside and witnessed everything, she did something that shocked the whole family.

The notification sound from the old phone rang dryly in the hospital room, reeking of disinfectant.

Ananya struggled to open her eyes, sunken from sleepless nights, and looked at the blurry screen.

“Tuition fee notification – final reminder.”

She dropped the phone. Hot tears welled up. Ananya only had 7,000 rupees left in her account – enough for a few meals, but how could she possibly raise 700,000 rupees for her child’s school fees?

Today, the neighbor who usually babysits little Aarohi was busy, so the four-year-old had to accompany her mother to the hospital. Ananya was in the Oncology Department at AIIMS Hospital in New Delhi, awaiting surgery for a stomach tumor.

And where was Rajiv – her husband?

Two days ago, Rajiv said he had to go to Europe for an urgent business trip to sign a large contract. He promised to cover all of his wife’s hospital expenses upon his return. Ananya trusted her husband, even though she was terrified of the life-or-death surgery. Before leaving, Rajiv had taken all of their savings.

The hospital room door creaked open.

Ananya’s mother-in-law, Kamala, entered, carrying a cloth bag on her shoulder and a basket of free-range chicken eggs and a hen. She had traveled all the way from her small village in Uttar Pradesh to visit her daughter-in-law.

Seeing Ananya so thin and pale from chemotherapy, Kamala’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Where’s Rajiv, my dear? His wife is in the hospital like this, and he’s nowhere to be seen?”

Ananya quickly hid her phone, forcing a weak smile:

“He went to Europe for work, Mom. A big contract… to get money for my treatment.”

Kamala sighed, turning to look at her granddaughter Aarohi, huddled in the corner of the bed, gnawing on a dry piece of bread. Her slippers were worn, and her coat was too short.

“Dad went on a big business trip and left the little girl like this?”

Just then, Aarohi innocently exclaimed:

“Grandma! Dad’s on TV! He’s playing in the snow so beautifully!”

Ananya was speechless.

The little girl was holding an old tablet, scrolling through Facebook Live. Kamala took it, squinting.

On the screen was Rajiv, standing in the middle of Paris, covered in white snow, with the Eiffel Tower in the background. But he wasn’t alone.

Beside Rajiv was a young woman, elegantly dressed in an expensive fur coat. On Rajiv’s shoulder was a boy about Aarohi’s age.

Rajiv smiled brightly at the camera:

“Merry Christmas! This trip is a reward for my beloved wife and son for their hard work all year!”

The woman kissed his cheek, giggling affectionately:

“Thank you, darling, that Chanel bag you bought is beautiful!”

The tablet fell from Kamala’s hand.

Anany collapsed.

The physical pain suddenly seemed insignificant compared to the knife that had just been plunged straight into her heart.

So this is what “business trips to Europe” were like.

He took his mistress and illegitimate child on a trip to enjoy himself, abandoning his wife awaiting surgery, abandoning his own daughter who had no money for school fees.

Anany burst into tears.

She was about to call Rajiv, but Kamala held her daughter-in-law’s hand.

She didn’t cry.

The simple country woman’s face suddenly turned cold and hard as steel.

“Stop crying, my child. Crying now will only make us a laughingstock. He has no feelings for me, so there’s no need to hold on. I’m still alive, and I won’t let you two die.”

She pulled a black and white Nokia phone from her old sari pocket and dialed a number.

“Hello, Lawyer Sharma? This is Kamala. Bring all the documents for the 2,500 square meter ancestral land on the highway to the hospital immediately. The person who offered 120 crore rupees the other day, right?

I’m selling it. Selling it right now.”

Anany panicked:

“Mother! That’s ancestral land, you let Rajiv use it as capital…”

Kamala brushed it aside:

“What capital for that kind of man! He doesn’t deserve to stand on this ancestral land!”

In less than an hour, the lawyer and the buyer appeared. The transaction was quickly signed right there at the hospital.

Kamala used the money:

Payed all of Ananya’s hospital bills.

Payed Aarohi’s tuition for the whole year.

Sent the rest to an account in Ananya’s name.

Three days after the surgery, when Ananya was conscious, Kamala picked up her phone and video called Rajiv.

Rajiv saw his wife’s number, was about to hang up, but then answered:

“Ananya, I’m in a meeting…”

But on the screen was Kamala’s cold face.

“Shameless.”

Rajiv turned pale.

Kamala held up the land sale documents and divorce papers in front of the camera:

“Open your eyes and look. The land you asked me to transfer ownership of – I sold it.

I sold it to save your wife’s life, to raise your children – something you, a failed man, couldn’t do!”

Rajiv stammered:

“Mother… that land is my future…”

“Your future ended the moment you abandoned your wife and children to run after that woman.
I disown you.
The credit card you’re using is my supplementary card – I just called the bank and blocked it.”

She hung up.

In Paris, Rajiv stood frozen.
His mistress, upon hearing the card was blocked, immediately let go of him.

Honor, money, family – everything shattered in an instant.

In the New Delhi hospital, Ananya hugged her mother-in-law, sobbing uncontrollably.

Kamala patted her daughter-in-law’s back, her voice low and firm:

“If my son is a bad person, I’ll let him go.
But if my daughter-in-law is decent, I will definitely keep her.”