I Came Home Exhausted and Found My 8-Months-Pregnant Wife Cleaning Up My Family’s Mess—What I Discovered Next Changed Everything
I laughed.
A cold laugh.
“Really? Was forcing my pregnant wife to clean up after four adults also out of context?”
“She’s your wife,” Mom snapped. “She should help.”
I took a step forward.
“This apartment exists because of me.”
Nobody answered.
“The rent? Me.”
Silence.
“The groceries? Me.”
More silence.
“The internet, the phones, the prescriptions, the bills? Me.”
Mom looked away.
“And after everything I’ve done, you treated the woman carrying my child like a servant.”
Brittany tried to shrug.
“It was just dishes.”
I pointed toward the kitchen.
“Then go wash them yourself.”
She didn’t move.
Exactly.
I pulled out my phone and called my attorney friend, Marcus.
I put him on speaker.
