After Discovering The Abnormal Relationship Between My Father-in-law And Wife, I Got Divorced-9
Feet Under the Table
I sat alone; Lisa and James shared a sofa. Glancing under the coffee table, I saw his slippered foot rubbing hers affectionately—a subtle, habitual gesture. Her foot remained still, unfazed. Cold dread shot through me. Looking up, James met my eyes, smiling benignly: "Mike? What were you saying?" Lisa watched me, confused. I choked on silence.
Intrusion in the Bedroom
One lazy Sunday morning, we lounged in bed. At nine, the door burst open—James strode in with a wrench, ignoring us. Headed to the radiator: "Morning. Heat acting up? Fixing the valve." Kneeling, he tinkered. We huddled under blankets, exposed. I snapped: "We're resting! Knock first!" He didn't turn: "Why formalities? My daughter's home." Lisa gripped the sheets: "Let him finish..." He rose, satisfied: "Done. Oh, Lisa—your socket's loose; I'll replace it later."
Silent Loss
He left, shutting the door. Watching Lisa tremble, rage surged. Later, we learned she was pregnant. We cherished the news. But one night, barely two months in, she bled suddenly. At the hospital, we lost the baby. I held her hand, heartbroken. Awake, she wept silently. The next morning, James rushed in, displacing me to embrace her as she sobbed. I felt like an outsider. Later, I discovered her first call from the ambulance went to James, not me.
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I sat alone; Lisa and James shared a sofa. Glancing under the coffee table, I saw his slippered foot rubbing hers affectionately—a subtle, habitual gesture. Her foot remained still, unfazed. Cold dread shot through me. Looking up, James met my eyes, smiling benignly: "Mike? What were you saying?" Lisa watched me, confused. I choked on silence.
Intrusion in the Bedroom
One lazy Sunday morning, we lounged in bed. At nine, the door burst open—James strode in with a wrench, ignoring us. Headed to the radiator: "Morning. Heat acting up? Fixing the valve." Kneeling, he tinkered. We huddled under blankets, exposed. I snapped: "We're resting! Knock first!" He didn't turn: "Why formalities? My daughter's home." Lisa gripped the sheets: "Let him finish..." He rose, satisfied: "Done. Oh, Lisa—your socket's loose; I'll replace it later."
Silent Loss
He left, shutting the door. Watching Lisa tremble, rage surged. Later, we learned she was pregnant. We cherished the news. But one night, barely two months in, she bled suddenly. At the hospital, we lost the baby. I held her hand, heartbroken. Awake, she wept silently. The next morning, James rushed in, displacing me to embrace her as she sobbed. I felt like an outsider. Later, I discovered her first call from the ambulance went to James, not me.
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