The Mother-in-Law Masquerade
Language: en
The sterile scent of the hospital was what finally dragged me back, but the grotesque scene from that midnight still clung to my mind like a phantom limb. Three months pregnant, I’d been jolted awake by a searing cramp in my abdomen, only to find the bed beside me cold and empty. Was he, Adam, working late again? I clung to the wall, dragging myself to the next room, hoping to find my live-in “mother-in-law” for help. The door was unlocked, a gentle push all it took to open it – and my blood ran ice cold. Adam’s arm was draped beneath the woman’s head, their bodies spooned together, sound…