I was sh0cked to see the maid rush to the bathroom to vomit right when she was preparing dinner…
His eyes were filled with concern, and he whispered to her:
“Hang on for a few more months… everything will pass. Don’t let anyone find out…”
I covered my mouth to keep from screaming, my heart pounding in my chest.
A thousand questions crowded my mind:
Was I really pregnant? Whose child was this? And why did my brother-in-law seem so involved?
I returned to my room, my heart shattered.
I didn’t sleep all night.
The next day, I pretended to be calm and did the usual chores, but deep down, I decided: I had to clear everything up.
I secretly took the bowl of medicine to a nearby pharmacy. The result took my breath away: it was medication to protect a pregnancy.
There was no longer any doubt. The maid was pregnant. And the child’s father… there was no need to ask.
That night, at family dinner, I placed the medicine wrapper and the pharmacy report on the table.
I looked directly at my husband and brother-in-law. Both paled, speechless with terror.
I smiled coldly:
“Very well. One calls himself husband, the other brother-in-law. Did you think I was that naive? I saw it all last night.”
My husband trembled, tried to kneel, stammering:
“I… I was wrong. Give me a chance…”
My brother-in-law lowered his head, unable to utter a word.
I looked him in the eyes and said, emphasizing each word:
“Chance? Did you think of giving me one when you humiliated me like that? That child is yours, you know it well.” But from today, I release you and her. I’m not going to stay with a traitor.
