My husband said he couldn’t afford groceries—again. So, like always, I paid for everything. Then his mom tagged him in a steakhouse photo—he was grinning, wearing a new watch. I was confused. When I messaged her pretending to be him, she instantly replied: “Oh good, you finally told her. It’s better she finds out now before the baby gets here.” My heart dropped. What baby? We didn’t have kids—though we’d been trying. Her next message confirmed it all: “Ultrasound is Friday. Show her you’re serious.”
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