Part 2Condoms Frequently Stolen From The Drawer, My Widow Mother-in-Law Experiences Morning Sickness—Surveillance Video Was Eye-Opening

Not long after I arrived at work the next day, my phone alerted me that someone was in the room caught on camera.

I smirked, ready to catch him red-handed. I opened the live feed on my phone, expecting to see Andrew with someone else.

But what I saw instead shocked me beyond belief: Margaret—my mother-in-law—and Colin Harris, Sophie’s father-in-law, were in my bed!

Shaking, I rushed to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and tried to calm down. The absurdity of the situation was too much.

The sounds coming from my phone made me feel sick. I quickly shut it off and leaned over the toilet, heaving.

The thought of what had happened on my bed made my skin crawl. Furious, I couldn’t believe Margaret’s brazenness. It was bad enough she was acting like this, but why in my bedroom?

I picked up my phone, ready to send the footage to Andrew and Sophie. Let them deal with their parents.

But suddenly, I felt dizzy. Holding onto the door for support, I tried to get help but blacked out before I could make it out.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed.

"Doctor, what’s wrong with me?"

"You had a miscarriage," Dr. Richard Evans said curtly, looking at me with a strange mix of annoyance and pity.

I sat up in shock. "I was pregnant? How is that possible? I’ve always been healthy—why would I miscarry?"

"It was food poisoning. The tests show that someone had been putting large amounts of bacteria-laden pigeon droppings in your food."

I thought he was joking and denied it instantly. "That’s ridiculous. Who would put something that disgusting in my food?"

Dr. Evans gave me a knowing look and continued. "In all my years at St. Bartholomew’s, I’ve come across a few strange remedies. There’s an old wives’ tale that says if you mix pigeon droppings into a tonic, it’ll guarantee a boy."

My heart dropped. Margaret had been giving me that herbal tonic every night. She’d said it was to boost my health. Now I realised it had nothing to do with that—she just wanted a grandson to carry on the Thompson family name.

But her plan had backfired. Instead of ensuring a grandson, she had caused the death of her own grandchild.

I laughed bitterly as tears streamed down my face. I placed a hand on my stomach, knowing that I had lost something precious—something I didn’t even know I had.

Still dazed, I called Andrew to come to the hospital.

The selfish man took all morning to show up, pretending to care, though his impatience was written all over his face. "What’s wrong, love?"

"I had a miscarriage."

Andrew paused, barely reacting. "What happened?"

I glared at him, fury burning inside me. "Your mother did this! She poisoned me with that tonic she insisted I drink every night. She killed our baby."

Andrew chuckled as if it was no big deal. "That tonic? All the women in my village drink it. No one else had a problem. The doctor must’ve made a mistake."

I threw the test results in his face, my hands clenched into fists, barely able to resist hitting him.

"Tell your mum to pack her things and get out. I don’t want to see her in our house again."

Andrew sat at the edge of my bed, still smiling as though nothing had happened. "Mum meant well. She’s just desperate for a grandson. Don’t be so harsh. She’s lived here for so long—she wouldn’t know how to adjust if we sent her back to Derbyshire Village."

It was like he didn’t care at all that we had lost our child. Disgust rose within me. I had never been more disappointed in him.

That was when I made up my mind. I was going to leave him, but not before making them both pay.