
During postpartum recovery, my uncle sent 500 chickens, but I grew thinner. At the one-month celebration, my mother-in-law lied, claiming I was picky and she ate all the chickens. I played surveillance footage, exposing she sold and gave away most chickens, leaving few for me. My husband's favoritism and in-laws' scheming disheartened me. I filed for divorce, gathered evidence, and broke free from the sham marriage. I started over, transforming into an independent woman.