There’s curiosity, and then there’s Diana-esque curiosity. But when she found a pregnancy test in my bathroom and made a shocking announcement, she had no idea how badly it would backfire on her.
I was halfway through my morning coffee when I heard it—the soft but unmistakable creak of the floorboards upstairs. My grip on the mug tightened.
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This wasn’t normal. My mother-in-law, Diane, was supposed to be using the guest bathroom downstairs. She had no reason to be upstairs.
Frowning, I set down my cup and take the stairs two at a time. A strange feeling washed over me, half annoyance, half unease. The moment I turned the corner into the master bedroom, I froze.
Diane stood in the master bathroom, staring at the counter. No, she wasn’t just staring, she was fixating. My stomach lurched.
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“Diane?” My voice was higher than I intended. “This is… not the guest bathroom.”
She turned around slowly, and for a split second, I caught her expression—somewhere between guilt and something else. Excitement? Satisfaction? I couldn’t tell. But what really sent shivers down my spine was the way she smiled.
She didn’t say a word. She just gave me a knowing look, brushed past me, and walked out as if she hadn’t been caught intruding on my most private space.
I hesitated, then walked into the bathroom. My eyes followed hers to the pregnancy test on the counter.
Positive.
Positive pregnancy test | Source: Pexels
A cold, sinking feeling settled in my gut.
She knew.
I exhaled slowly, gripping the edge of the sink.
What was she doing here? And more importantly… why did she look so satisfied?
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Two weeks later, we were at Diane’s house for a big family barbecue, and if I had known the craziness that was about to unfold, I would have faked a stomach ache to stay home.
The backyard was crowded—uncles were tending the grill, kids were splashing in the pool, and even the aunts were chatting in the shade. I sipped my lemonade, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun despite the uneasy feeling in my gut. Diane had been acting… strange. Almost arrogant. Like she had a secret she couldn’t wait to reveal.
And then, just as everyone was sitting down to eat, she stood up and clinked her glass.
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The conversations died down. People turned to her, waiting, glasses raised.
“To Hayden!” she said. “To Hayden! May you have a long and healthy life, my sweet baby!”
A puzzled murmur rippled through the crowd. My stepfather frowned. “Who is Hayden?”
Diane beamed at me, her eyes shining with triumph. “Your baby, of course! Since I was the first to find out you were pregnant, I thought it was only fitting that I call her my first grandchild!”
Silence. A thick, suffocating silence.
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My throat went dry. I barely registered the stunned expressions around me. Ethan had turned around, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with something between shock and betrayal.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was low, but every syllable contained pain.
I blinked at him, completely stunned. “Because I’m not pregnant.”
The silence deepened. Then a wave of confused murmurs.
Diane’s smile faltered. “There’s no need to keep it a secret, really! I saw the test!”
I stiffened. “What test?”
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“The one in your bathroom, of course,” she said, her voice still soft but now tinged with frustration. “There was a positive pregnancy test! You won’t cheat on me.”
And that’s when I understood.
Oh, no.
I knew exactly who this test belonged to.
I turned around slowly, my stomach in knots, and met the gaze of the only person who had moved unceremoniously since the toast.
Ethan’s sister.
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His face was pale, his grip on his wine glass trembling slightly. And just like that, the entire barbecue exploded into chaos.
But above the noise, the screams, and the gasps, I heard only one thing: Ethan’s sister, whispering under her breath:
“Oh my God”.
The world seemed to freeze. The laughter, the clinking of silverware, the soft hum of conversation were gone. All that remained was the weight of Megan’s words, hanging in the air, ready to fall.
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Diane looked like she’d been slapped. Her glass was shaking in her hand. “What’s wrong?” she choked.
Megan, arms crossed over her chest, squared her shoulders. “You heard me,” she said evenly. “It was mine. Mom, Dad! I’m pregnant.”
A sharp intake of breath ripped through the family. Someone’s fork clattered onto their plate. My stepfather, Thomas, blinked, his jaw slack.
Diane opened and closed her mouth like a fish, but no words came out. When she finally found her voice, it was small and shaky. “Megan, darling, you-you must be joking.”
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Megan let out a dry laugh. “Oh, yeah. Very funny.” Her eyes lit up. “I didn’t tell you because you said—and I quote—that you ‘d kill me if I got pregnant before I graduated.”
Gasps, then more whispers. Diane’s face drained of color. “I never said that!”
“Yes, you said it, Mom.” Megan’s voice was cold and firm. “And guess what? The people who really supported me were my brother and his wife.” She gestured toward Ethan and me. “They didn’t judge me. They didn’t threaten me. They let me breathe .”
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Diane looked around frantically as if looking for someone to support her, but the family just stared at her—some shocked, others uncomfortable. My stepfather rubbed his temples, exhaling slowly.
“Megan…” Diane’s voice wavers. “Why didn’t you come to me ?”
Megan let out a high-pitched laugh, shaking her head. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
Diane swallowed. The image of her perfect little family was crumbling before her eyes.
Megan sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Look, I wasn’t ready to tell anyone , but thanks to you, here we are.” Her gaze was razor sharp. “You were so obsessed with a pregnancy that wasn’t even real, and now that it is , you can’t handle it?”
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Diane opened her mouth, but Megan wasn’t finished.
“You named my baby, Mom. You made a speech about Hayden like you were the one carrying them.” Megan shook her head in disbelief. “Can you even hear yourself?”
Diane’s lips tremble. “I… I…”
“No,” Megan interrupts. “You just made it about you , like always.”
The silence that followed could have shattered glass.
Diane opened her mouth, then closed it. She tried to find words, but nothing came out. She looked completely lost.
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Megan, on the other hand, was just getting started. She crossed her arms, tilting her head in mock curiosity. “Oh, and what about the baby’s name?”
Diane blinked rapidly, still in shock.
“Yes,” Megan continued smoothly, glancing at the stunned family before returning her gaze to her mother. “I’ll either name them after my brother—” she nodded toward Ethan, “—after my only true supporter.”
Then, to my delight, she turned to me, flashing a wicked little smile. “Which means Hayden is out of the game.”
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I couldn’t help the slow smile that crept across my lips as I took a deliberate sip of my drink. The lemonade was crisp, refreshing, and tasted exactly like revenge .
Diane’s expression twisted—horrified, humiliated, helpless . For once, she wasn’t in control of the situation.
Thomas lets out a long sigh and rubs his face. “Good God,” he mutters under his breath.
Diane, desperately trying to regain some dignity, finally lost her temper: “This is simply ridiculous ! Giving your child a name out of spite ?”
Megan raises an eyebrow. “Oh, you mean like when you tried to name my child before you even knew it existed?”
Diane tried to explain, but no words came out.
Disappointed old woman at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney
Megan, satisfied, grabbed her plate and turned toward the buffet table. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d really like to enjoy the barbecue before Mom self-destructs.”
Ethan clamped a hand over his mouth, but I saw the way his shoulders shook with barely suppressed laughter.
Diane then looked at me, her eyes pleading, as if I was supposed to help her . I simply raised my glass and took another sip slowly.
Maybe next time she’d learn that sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong might blow up in her face.
Diane turned red, her fists clenched at her sides.
Then, gritting her teeth, she spat out, “I need another drink.”
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The aftermath of the disastrous barbecue was nothing short of spectacular. Diane, utterly humiliated, barely spoke for the rest of the evening. She sulked in a corner, sipping wine with a strained expression. The rest of the family awkwardly tried to pretend they hadn’t just witnessed the most spectacular pregnancy announcement of all time.
Megan, on the other hand, looked lighter , as if an unbearable weight had finally lifted from her shoulders. Ethan and I stayed by her side for the rest of the evening, shielding her from Diane’s persistent stares.
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Over the next few weeks, Diane tried to limit the damage, but it was too late—the family knew the truth. Some family members sided with her, muttering about “respecting parents,” but most saw through her schemes.
Megan continued her pregnancy on her own terms, setting firm boundaries with her mother. As for me? Well, let’s just say Diane isn’t snooping around my house anymore . One unexpected pregnancy scandal was enough to teach her the lesson.
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