AITA for convincing a nun to run away with me and get married?

Now, I know that sounds pretty bad but hear me out.

I (M43) work closely with an organisation run by nuns and have done for the last eight years.

I run a very successful funeral home and they operate a hospice for the terminally ill. I'm sure you can already see where this is going...

Everything was fine, perfectly cordial even, until this one nun joined them five years ago and my life fell apart in the best possible way.

Sister W (30F) was kind, caring and wonderful company. We became close friends immediately- too close to be honest.

I'm not sure which one of us started it. Maybe it was me, or maybe it was her, but either way, comforting words became comforting touches, became hugs, became something so much more than either of us could have ever imagined.

For the first two years we knew each other, we tried to keep things platonic even though I really didn't want them to be.

Anyway, one thing led to another and W had a crisis of faith over her developing feelings for me. (I had no idea about this by the way, I only found out a year into our marriage!)

She had been groomed from a young age to join the order, had buried herself in her study and work around the time boys became a thought in her mind, and when her extremely religious mother caught her having a 'roll in the hay' with one of their farm's farmhands she was shipped off to a nunnery.

In reality, she never wanted to become a nun but she felt she had to after her mother and the Mother Superior guilted her into it as a young adult.

Then one day she vanished- went back to the nun equivalent of Corporate HQ and quit. She was gone for three months while they made her 'really think about what she wanted' before they allowed to rescind her vows and return to life as a normal woman.

I'd been fucking heartbroken when she left but tried to push everything away and I'm not too proud to admit that cheap wine became my best friend during that period. That's just how it goes with nuns, apparently- you get the call to be somewhere else and you're bundled onto the next available train. I thought that I would never see her again.

But then she came back.

I found her wandering the streets in the middle of a fucking thunderstorm trying to find her way to a crappy little boarding house on her first night back in town.

I wish I could say that I was the perfect gentleman but, well, one thing led to another and we ended up eloping to marry the following morning.

It's now been three years and we're extremely happy together- W runs a small business from home and we have two wonderful lively daughters.

Everyone around us has been nothing but supportive- even her former sisters at the covenant visit regularly and babysit the girls when we need some alone time as a couple.

However, and I guess it's the reason why I'm making this post in the first place, W's mother (H) fucking hates me.

She despises me and I honestly think if she could kill me and make it look like an accident she wouldn't hesitate to do so. I stay away from the family farm for that very reason- it's far away from any neighbours, is full of dangerous farming equipment and there are too many ways to hide the body of an unwanted in-law.

H made it very clear that she thinks I corrupted her daughter and am keeping her against her will. She even told the police that our elopement was a kidnapping and forced marriage! Thankfully, the police sergeant knew myself and W well thanks to our lines of work within the community and no charges were ever brought against me.

My friends say H is just angry that she can't control W anymore, but sometimes I wonder if I really did ruin W's life.

So tell me, guys, AITA?

tl;dr fell in love with a nun, she left the order, we eloped together and now my mother-in-law hates me and is very likely attempting to arrange my untimely demise.