After my husband brought back a pregnant woman, I left.

When I was four months pregnant with our second child, my husband Erick brought home a woman who was already seven months pregnant.

“Wren,” he said, “Tara was my brother-in-arms’ wife. He just passed away and left her and the baby behind. I couldn’t bear to leave them alone. Don’t worry, it’s only for a short while. Once she finds a place, I’ll ask her to move out.”

Soft-hearted, I agreed.

I never expected that “a short while” would turn into her never leaving.

Until yesterday.

Erick had gone to pick up our sick son from school. In the middle of the drive home, he suddenly called me.