How Did I End Up With Six Husbands

On the first of May, the day of my wedding—six different men showed up at my doorstep, each bringing along a child.

They all claimed the child was mine.

Worse yet, they had DNA test results to prove it.

My fiancé, Lester, arrived late and, upon seeing the scene, he flew into a rage. Without listening to a single word of explanation, he struck me across the face.

Then, the six men joined in—punching, kicking, and beating me to death.

Even as I lay dying, I didn’t understand—who were these men? I had never even met them. How could I possibly have had children with them?