Raising Your Brat, Round Two
In my last life, my in-laws "died," and my so-called DINK husband, Eric, begged me to raise his sweet little "brother," Luca.
Seven years flew by.
That scrawny kid turned into a total cutie and blew up online—pulling in tens of thousands a month.
Then one night, boom—Eric's parents came back from the dead.
And with them? Tammy. Eric's first love. She clung to Eric with one hand, Luca with the other, all smug as hell.
"I've been traveling for seven years. I'm tired. And wow, what a perfect son—thanks for raising him."
Eric's parents didn't even pretend to care.
"You couldn't give Eric a kid, but at least you were useful this once."
"Sign the divorce papers. Make room for Tammy."
I walked out of that law firm wrecked—and right into the path of a speeding car.
Tammy was behind the wheel, smiling like she won.
Next thing I knew, I woke up on the same day Eric's parents had "died."