I gave birth to a boy who looked seven or eight parts like my husband, but the child wasn't his.
The whole family knew.
My mother-in-law adored him, and my husband spoiled him, treating him as his own.
Just when I thought life would carry on quietly, they drugged me with a bowl of milk laced with sleeping pills for the sake of money. Then they dismembered me, threw me out in the wilderness, and left me to be eaten by wolves.
"Mom, don't worry. The hospital opens at nine. I've already picked one out. I guarantee you'll get to hold a grandson!"
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother-in-law coaxed me into getting pregnant with a son.
This time, whoever wants a child can have one. I'm not having one.
