In the eighth month of her pregnancy, my daughter was still smoking, drinking, and disappearing at night. Whenever I begged her to think about her baby, she would scream, “I never wanted this child, and I’m not going to ruin my life for it!” But one day, I followed her to an abandoned maternity hospital and saw something that nearly made my legs give way… 😨
My only daughter, Alina, had always been a kind and caring young woman. But after meeting a wealthy businessman named Victor, she seemed to become a completely different person.
At first, he showered her with expensive gifts. Then he began forbidding her from seeing her friends and even me. When Alina decided to leave him, he threatened to destroy her life. Soon afterward, my daughter became pregnant.
She refused to marry Victor and moved back in with me. But with each passing month, her behavior became more and more alarming.
“Alina, you’re going to hurt your baby!” I cried when I saw her light another cigarette.
“Mom, leave me alone! I never asked to be pregnant!”
What frightened me most were her nighttime disappearances. One morning, she returned with dirty hands and bloodstains on her sleeve.
“My God, sweetheart, what happened?”
“Nothing. Just don’t tell Victor where I’ve been.”
I noticed that the baby clothes I had bought were missing from the closet. Alina had even taken the little blanket I had knitted for the baby myself.
One night, close to midnight, she left the house again. I called a taxi and followed her.
My daughter arrived at an old, abandoned maternity hospital on the outskirts of the city. I cautiously approached a window and heard a woman crying.
“Alina, we can’t keep hiding him here anymore! He’s so tiny! What if Victor finds out the baby is alive?”
I peered inside. A newborn was lying on an old bed, while my pregnant daughter stood beside a woman I didn’t recognize.
Then Alina said something that made my blood run cold:
“Tomorrow, we have to get him out of here. If Victor finds out who his father is, he’ll do the same thing to him that he did to his mother.”
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I pressed myself so tightly against the window that I nearly broke the glass. Who was this baby? Why was my daughter hiding him in an abandoned maternity hospital? And what did Victor have to do with all of this?
Suddenly, the woman beside the bed lifted her head, and I recognized her. It was Svetlana, Victor’s former housekeeper. Six months earlier, she had visited our home when Alina was still living with him.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and pushed the door open.
“Alina! Explain right now what’s going on here!”
My daughter turned pale. Svetlana scooped up the baby and stepped back in fright.
“Mom?! What are you doing here?”
“I heard everything! Whose baby is this?”
Alina covered her face with her hands, then sank heavily into a chair.
“He’s Victor’s son, Mom. But he isn’t mine.”
It turned out that before meeting Alina, Victor had lived with a young woman named Kristina. When she became pregnant, he promised to marry her. But after their son was born, he demanded that she give up the child.
Kristina refused. So Victor threw her out of the house, took the baby away, and said he would give him to another family. A few days later, Kristina ended up in the hospital after being brutally beaten.
“She’s still there, Mom,” Alina said quietly. “Victor has forbidden her from going near her son. And he’s told everyone that she abandoned the baby.”
Svetlana worked for Victor and secretly cared for the little boy. When her employer decided to take him abroad, she took the baby and hid him here. Alina helped her by bringing infant formula, medicine, and baby clothes.
“Why didn’t you tell me anything?” I asked.
“Because Victor had already come to see you! You were the one who told him I was living at home. I was afraid you might accidentally reveal this place to him, too.”
I felt ashamed. I remembered that I really had spoken to Victor and had even asked him to try to talk some sense into Alina.
But one question still troubled me.
“What about the cigarettes? The beer? You’re pregnant!”
My daughter looked at me with red-rimmed eyes.
“Mom, the bottles contained nonalcoholic drinks. And I only held the cigarettes when Victor was watching me. I wanted him to think I didn’t care about the baby. I hoped he would leave us alone.”
“But why?”
“He said he would take my baby away as soon as it was born. He claimed I didn’t deserve to be a mother. I was afraid he would do the same thing to us that he had done to Kristina.”
I wrapped my arms around my daughter. For the first time in many months, she leaned against me and began to cry quietly.
“Forgive me, Mom. I’m so tired of being afraid.”
That night, I insisted that we leave the building immediately. I took Alina, Svetlana, and the baby to my sister’s home, whose address Victor didn’t know.
The next morning, we contacted a lawyer and the police. Svetlana had kept Victor’s messages in which he demanded that the child be gotten rid of. Alina also had evidence of his threats, and Kristina agreed to testify.
An investigation began. Victor was arrested in connection with the assault on Kristina and the threats he had made. His father tried to cover up the scandal, but this time we refused to back down.
A few weeks later, Kristina was able to take her son home. When she finally held him against her chest for the first time after their long separation, Svetlana turned away to hide her tears.
A month later, Alina gave birth to a healthy baby girl.
I was standing beside the hospital bed when my daughter handed me my little granddaughter.
“Mom, meet little Nadenka.”
I carefully took the baby in my arms and kissed her tiny forehead.
“Alina, why didn’t you trust me sooner?”
My daughter remained silent for a long time.
“I was afraid you would tell me, too, that everything was my own fault.”
Those words still hurt whenever I remember them.
Now the three of us live together. Alina is gradually returning to work, and I help her raise my granddaughter. She no longer has any contact with Victor. All matters concerning the child are handled through the lawyer.
Recently, I saw my daughter sitting beside the crib, softly singing to Nadenka. When she noticed me, she smiled.
“Mom, do you remember when you said I didn’t love my baby?”
“I remember, sweetheart.”
“I loved her from the very beginning. I was just terrified that someone would take her away from me.”
I walked over and wrapped my arms around both of them.
That was when I finally understood how wrong I had been about my own daughter. While I judged her for every cigarette and every sleepless night, she was trying to save two children all by herself.
And more than anything, I wished I could turn back time to those months when, instead of criticism and reproaches, she had needed my help and support so desperately.
