His Pregnant Wife in the Oven
Language: en
Eight months pregnant, and the housekeeper's daughter suddenly created a "pregnancy wellness plan" for me. She required me to spend six hours every day in the scorching 108°F outdoor heat, sunbathing. I was roasted until I nearly lost the baby. I begged her to open the door and let me inside. But she just sat there eating chilled watermelon, smiling sweetly. "Ma'am, pregnant women need plenty of sunshine. It's good for you. I'm only doing this for your own good." The door stayed locked. No one dared open it. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a flowerpot and smashed through the balcony…