Dangerous Mother-in-law, Turbulent Marriage

After the ordeal of childbirth, I re-entered the realm of the workplace. To ensure my baby never knew the pangs of hunger, I diligently pumped milk in anticipation of my long hours away.

Yet, despite my efforts, two bottles a day seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving my child with a hauntingly gaunt face.

Suspicion gnawed at me, prompting me to install a surveillance camera within our home. What I discovered was a betrayal I could scarcely believe. There, on the screen, was Cathrine Quinn, my husband's mother, furtively removing the bottles of milk I had painstakingly prepared from the refrigerator.