The Gathering in My Home
A week later, his entire family came to our house.
Six of them sat in my living room — Ethan, his parents, his sister, his brother, and the woman carrying his child.
They showed no remorse.
It was as if I were the one expected to step aside.
Helen spoke first.
“What’s done is done. You should understand. She’s expecting, and she deserves a proper place. As for you, it’s best to let go gracefully so things can move forward.”
Then Grace, my sister-in-law, added,
“You don’t have children yet. She does. Let’s not drag this out. If you separate peacefully, we can still be on good terms.”
The young woman rested her hand on her stomach. She was elegantly dressed, her expression calm.
“I don’t want to hurt you. But we truly care for each other. I just hope you’ll let me become his legal wife and raise this child properly.”
