Who's the Poor Thing Now?

To help his widowed sister-in-law past these difficult times, my husband runs over to her place every few days, leaving me alone at home.

Anyone who isn't in the know would think I'm the widow!

My scheming sister-in-law even tells her child to address my husband as their father instead of uncle.

I sneer. "How shameless of you to want your brother-in-law to care for two families at once. Thank goodness the child in my womb doesn't have such a disgusting father."

The food on the table had gone cold, so I heated it up again.