The crib was shoved aside, replaced by her queen bed and belongings. She dismissed my work as “childish” and brushed off my protests with a smug smile.That night, I heard her laughing on the phone: “I told Evan I was depressed, and he begged me to move in! His wife can’t say a word without looking heartless. By the time the baby comes, I’ll be so established here they’ll forget whose house it was first.” My stomach dropped. She had staged everything.
