I knew my mother-in-law hated me, but I never thought she would hide shrimp in my food while I was pregnant. When my throat closed and I grabbed my belly, Daniel snapped, “Stop em:bar:rassing my mother.”

medical condition.

Margaret had pressed a hand dramatically against her chest and replied, “Of course, darling. I would never risk my grandchild.”

Now agony ripped through my stomach like a knife.

“There’s shrimp,” I choked out. “There’s shrimp in this.”

Margaret lifted her brows innocently. “Shrimp? In roasted chicken?”

A few guests laughed awkwardly.

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