When I gave birth to triplets, I thought it was the happiest moment of our lives — three beautiful babies after years of heartbreak and hope. My husband and I had dreamed about this day for so long that I never imagined how quickly joy could turn into pain. Sleepless nights, constant crying, and recovery left me exhausted but grateful. Still, instead of support, I got silence — and then cruelty. One morning, as I sat feeding our babies, my husband looked at me and said I looked like a “scarecrow.” He thought it was a harmless joke, but it shattered something inside me. What he didn’t realize was that his words would soon come back to haunt him — and teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
