Part 1The Barren Wife's Revenge

Bored on the Amtrak home, I scrolled to a help post on Reddit:

[Mistress is pregnant with a boy, I want to take her back to my hometown to meet the family, how can I send my wife away?]

The top comment was extremely vicious:

[Just say the psychic said the wife's horoscope clashes with the family this year, going home for holidays will offend ancestors and the God of Wealth, let her go back to her own mom.]

I shook my head reading it, this man really is a piece of trash, using such a lame excuse.

Phone vibrated, husband sent a voice message, tone anxious:

"Shelby, Mom just found a psychic, said your horoscope is hard this year, going home for holidays will curse the whole family,"

"Especially will clash with our family's fortune, you sacrifice for a few days, stay in a hotel okay?"

Before I could refute, a TikTok video just posted by my mother-in-law popped up on my phone.

In the video, my husband carefully supported a woman with a big belly into the door, face full of smiles.

The caption read: [Finally waiting for my big grandson! Golden grandson enters, sweep away bad luck!]

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On the phone, my mother-in-law's TikTok likes and comments were still jumping.

[Is she wearing the Limited Edition Victoria's Secret pajamas?]

[Envy, this mother-in-law treats daughter-in-law so well!]

I didn't believe in evil, hailed an Uber, dragged my suitcase and killed my way back home directly.

Just arrived downstairs, I saw Julian Mills's car.

Shouldn't he be busy with year-end inventory at the company?

I dialed Julian's number, rang for a long time, he finally picked up.

"Didn't I say? Mom calculated you can't come back this year."

"Will clash with fortune, you stay in hotel first, talk after holidays."

I gripped the suitcase handle, metal hurt my palm.

I said to my own front door:

"Julian, I am right at the door."

Phone went silent.

Few seconds later, door "click" opened a narrow gap.

Julian appeared behind door, squeezed a stiff smile:

"Wifey, why you... arrived so fast."

I ignored him, looked over his shoulder inside.

On living room sofa, my mother-in-law was diligently feeding fruit to a pregnant woman.

That woman's belly bulged high, wearing on her body,

Was exactly the limited edition pajamas I bought last month, reluctant to wear even once.

She is the mother of that golden grandson in mother-in-law's TikTok.

I was blocked by husband at my own door.

Mother-in-law saw me, smile on face instantly disappeared,

Apple in hand "Bang" smashed on coffee table.

"Ouch, Shelby is back! Quick stand at door, don't move!"

Mother-in-law pulled an ugly smile on face, but hands protected that pregnant woman's belly.

"You just got off train, full of dust, didn't even tell family."

"Psychic said you offend Mercury Retrograde this year, will flush away family's God of Wealth!"

"You stand there, don't bring bad luck in!"

That pregnant woman shrank behind mother-in-law,

"Auntie, all my fault, I better go."

"Don't make sister unhappy because of me and baby."

"Go where you go!"

Mother-in-law shielded her behind, glaring at me.

"What you carry is our Mills family's three generations single pass root! Precious!"

"Can't break in my hands."

Julian saw my face pale, hurried step forward.

"Wifey, don't calculate with Mom, she just wants grandson too much."

He lowered voice, leaned to my ear:

"Just treat... treat as helping me a favor okay?"

"Whitney alone, helpless, where can she go?"

I threw off his hand, staring at his eyes asked:

"Julian Mills, child in her belly, is it yours?"