Ana was cleaning the refrigerator when, suddenly, her husband appeared in the kitchen doorway.

The honesty disarmed her.

“I was nervous,” Ana admitted quietly. “I’ve heard so many stories. Mothers-in-law who interfere, criticize, are never satisfied.”

Carmen gave a slow nod. “I’ve heard those stories too. I even lived through some. My own mother-in-law was very demanding. I always felt I fell short. I promised myself I wouldn’t repeat that.”

Ana looked up, surprised. “Really?”

“Of course. Carlos is my son, but his life belongs to him. And you’re his partner, not my competitor. If I ever offer advice, I’ll ask first. And if you don’t want it, I’ll respect that.”

A knot formed in Ana’s throat. She had spent weeks building invisible defenses, preparing for criticism that never came.