My husband went to live with his lover. I quietly wheeled my bedridden mother-in-law into their home and handed her over. As I turned to leave, I said a few words that drained the color from both of their faces…

At the small apartment, I rang the doorbell. Miguel opened the door, and behind him stood the other woman, in a silk nightgown and bright red lipstick. I wheeled Doña Carmen into the living room, arranged the blankets and pillows, and set the medication bag on the table.

The house smelled strongly of perfume but felt cold and silent. Miguel stammered, “What… what are you doing?”

I smiled gently. “Do you remember? Mom is yours. I’m only your daughter-in-law. I cared for her for seven years—that’s enough.” The woman behind him went pale, still holding a spoon of yogurt she hadn’t eaten.

I stepped aside calmly, as if completing a long-planned task. “Here’s her medical history, prescriptions, diapers, pads, and cream for her sores. I’ve written down all the doses in the notebook.”

I put the notebook on the table and turned to leave. Miguel’s voice rose. “Are you abandoning my mother? This is cruel!”

I paused, without turning, and answered in a quiet, steady tone:
“You neglected her for seven years—what’s that, if not cruelty? I took care of her as my own family, not because of you, but because she’s a mother. Now I’m leaving—not out of reve:nge, but because I’ve done my part as a human being.”

I faced the other woman and looked her in the eyes, smiling softly. “If you love him, love him fully. This comes with the whole package.”

Then I placed the house deed on the table. “The house is in my name alone. I’m not taking anything. He only took her clothes. But if you ever need money for Mom’s care, I’ll still contribute.”

I leaned over and str0ked my mother-in-law’s hair one last time. “Mom, behave here. If you feel sad, I’ll come back to see you.”

Doña Carmen smiled, her voice trembling. “Yes… come visit me when you return home.”

I left, closing the door behind me. The room was silent, full of a mixture of perfume and faint massage oil. That night, I slept peacefully, free of dreams. The next morning, I got up early, took my son to breakfast, and embraced a new beginning—no tears, no resentment.