When my husband’s affa:ir ended in a pregnancy, his entire family gathered in my living
I looked around the room, meeting each of their eyes. Their confidence wavered as my silence stretched on. “I believe there’s a misunderstanding,” I began, my voice steady. “This house is mine. It was a gift from my mother, and it is registered solely in my name.” Their expressions flickered, confusion mingling with disbelief. Adrian’s…