My Husband Let His Intern Take My Place in Postpartum Confinement, So I Sent Them Both to Prison

The postpartum care center called to ask whether I was satisfied with their service during my stay.

I was a little confused.

I was only eight months pregnant. I hadn't even had the baby, let alone checked in.

I confronted my husband, who had been actively communicating with the center, and demanded to know what was going on.

He looked at me apologetically.

“Honey, the center charges eight hundred thousand. We can't afford to stay there. They must have gotten the wrong contact.”

“Just recuperate at home. I'll make sure you're comfortable!”

I didn't bother arguing with him. The owner of the postpartum care center was my sister, so I went straight