Chapter 2

I was giggling at a funny video when strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind.

Thinking it was my husband, I didn’t react much and kept scrolling.

Those hands eagerly pushed aside the nursing bra and cupped the peaks, letting out a satisfied sigh—“Oh!”

The touch started gentle but quickly turned rough.

Ever since giving birth, the milk never stopped. My heavy breasts hung full, and the sensitive nipples leaked at the slightest touch.

“Jack, stop messing around—someone might come in! Didn’t you just nurse earlier? And after your attitude today, I’m not letting you drink my milk anymore. I’m really hurt.”

Annoyed, I swatted the roaming hands away, intending to turn and rinse the mess on my chest.

But he spun me 180 degrees to face him.

He lowered his head and latched onto one side. I immediately shoved him off.

Because the man in front of me wasn’t my husband—it was his younger brother, Derek Winter!

“Sis-in-law, I’m thirsty. I want a drink.” Derek grinned mischievously, pointing at my exposed chest.

“Derek! I’m your sister-in-law! How could you...” I stared in disbelief at this twenty-something guy. In my eyes, he was still just a kid.

He showed no shame, continuing to stare brazenly at my chest.

Furious, I slapped him, then quickly dressed and threw him over my shoulder.

With a howl of pain, his tailbone fractured!

My mother-in-law watched her son being carried out on a stretcher, collapsed to the floor, and wailed dramatically.

“Oh Lord, what sin have I committed? A daughter-in-law who acts like a demon!”

She turned to my husband, hitting and pinching him. “This is the trash you married! Look what she did to your brother!”

My husband shot back, “Mom, Derek brought this on himself! My wife was minding her business in the women’s restroom—why was Derek even in there? Planning to transition?”

That set her off. She slapped my husband hard across the face and cursed him as an “unfilial son” and “white-eyed wolf.”

The room was full of friends and family we’d invited. At this point, the celebration was effectively over.

I apologized to everyone one by one and tried to see them out, but my mother-in-law blocked the hotel entrance, lying on the ground refusing to let anyone leave, demanding “justice.”

“So what if he drank your milk? You think you’re still some pure virgin? A little milk and you try to kill him?”

She rolled her eyes so hard they nearly disappeared.

“Mothers aren’t women? We don’t deserve privacy?”

I laughed coldly.

“You’re a mother now—what privacy do you need? Carrying a baby really made you think you’re somebody. We feed and house you, I gave your daughter a red envelope and bracelet—Derek takes one sip and you act like we owe you? Don’t be so greedy!”

“Can you stop downplaying this? Derek’s actions constitute sexual assault. I can sue him.” I pulled out my phone to call the police, but the old lady snatched it and smashed it on the ground.

I stayed calm.

“You seem to forget—this house we live in, half the down payment was mine. Everything I eat and wear now doesn’t cost your family a dime.”

I tossed the silver bracelet from Emily’s wrist onto the ground in front of her. “Too expensive—my Emily can’t accept such generosity.” The clank as it hit the floor caught my attention.

That sound... this bracelet might be fake?

I bent to pick it up, but she snatched it faster and stuffed it away.

“I’m old and weak—I can’t win against a city princess like you. You don’t even want the gift I gave my granddaughter.” She hurried out, looking almost guilty.

The drama finally ended, but my husband and I were completely done with Derek.

My husband, still furious, went to the hospital and beat Derek badly. Only when his mom cried and begged did he stop short of killing him.

“Bro, I was wrong. I drank too much and messed up.”

His attitude seemed more sincere now. He even brought a first-birthday gift for Emily: matching gold necklaces, one for me and one for her.

They’re brothers after all—beating and scolding done, his mom suffered too. I didn’t want to drag it out.

Through all this, I realized I loved my husband even more.

When it mattered, he stood up first and confronted his mom for me.

“Babe, you really love me so much.” Lying in Jack’s arms, stroking the stubble on his chin, I felt indescribably sweet.

People online say no matter how loving a couple is, passion fades after a baby. Looks like the internet isn’t always right.