The Night I Learned I Wasn't the Only Son‑in‑Law
Throughout my five years of marriage with Natalia Lane, never once have I stepped through the front door of my in-laws' residence.
Natalia tells me that her parents prefer quiet environments and that they prefer to be distanced from us. I believe her excuses.
On the first of every month, the bank transfers three thousand dollars on time to Natalia's parents. The transaction is always labeled as "living expenses for Mom and Dad".
This is my only way of caring for my in-laws.
During the holidays this year, I show up outside my in-laws' residence with some holiday gifts in my arms, ready to give them a surprise.
But as soon as I reach the doorway, I hear my father-in-law, Arthur Lane's gentle voice coming from within.
"Come, my dear son-in-law! Let's have a nice drink together!"
I remain rooted to the spot in the corridor. Suddenly, the weight of the gifts in my arms feels extremely heavy.
Natalia is the only child in her family.
Well then, who's the "son-in-law" that's drinking with Arthur right now?
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