After My Fake Death, My Ex Begged for Mercy

Family dinner. My widowed sister-in-law — the one who never said a word — suddenly turned to me：“Constance, yesterday was your tenth abortion, right?”

“And the man who slipped into your room last night — that wasn't the same one from a few days ago, was it?”

“You didn't even throw away the condom wrapper this morning. I had to pick it up myself and toss it for you.”

While every relative at the table cursed me out, she brought in her new boyfriend.

And I finally understood what this was all for. Because the man was Mark Henson. My boyfriend of seven years.