When my son frantically called about his mom screaming and strange voices in the house, I rushed home, fearing the worst. His distress was palpable, and I felt a surge of panic as I raced to my house, unable to reach my wife. Imagining the worst scenarios, I called the police while speeding home.
“Slow down, buddy. What’s happening?” I tried to reassure him as best I could over the phone.
“Daddy, I don’t know what to do. I just came home and now I hear mom screaming in her room!” his voice trembled with fear.
“Okay, okay! Stay in your room. Lock the door! I’ll call your mom,” I said, trying not to panic, and hung up.
Arriving to chaos, I burst into the bedroom to find my sister-in-law and two men in a compromising situation. Shocked and embarrassed, we confronted her.
“Diana?! What the heck?!” my wife blurted out in disbelief.
“I thought no one would be home. Just having a bit of fun, that’s all,” my sister-in-law shrugged, trying to play it off.
Despite the awkwardness and shame, we prioritized our family’s well-being and safety. “But don’t worry because we won’t be seeing her again any time soon,” I reassured my son, holding him close.
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