My Sister-In-Law Framed Me, So I Booked the DNA Test

My sister-in-law kept a notebook. In it, she'd logged every date her brother and I had slept together.

Six years married, and we finally had a child of our own.

Before I could even say the words, she pulled out that notebook and threw it down in front of me.

"Last month you and my brother were together five times, tops. The rest of the time you were away on business trips. Is this baby really his?"

My husband swallowed the whole story, tore up the pregnancy report, and slapped me across the face. "My sister's right. Six years and nothing. Why would you suddenly get pregnant so easily now?"