After Dinner with My Husband's 'Sister', I Lost Both Father and Son

My husband's female best friend lost a drinking game and was dared to reveal the most intimate thing she'd ever done with someone of the opposite sex.

She suddenly turned to me with a mischievous grin: "I once gave Jack a handjob."

The room erupted in shock.

I clutched my five-month pregnant belly, feeling it tighten and harden.

She seemed to only just realize what she'd said, shrugging nonchalantly:

"Oh, it was when you'd just gotten pregnant and he was blackout drunk. He was really uncomfortable."

"No need to thank me, sis-in-law. Just helping out a friend. Better than him cheating because he couldn't hold it, right?"

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Before the words had even finished leaving her mouth.

Jack raised the half-eaten cucumber he was holding and smacked Tiffany's hand:

"Shut up, will you? Your skills are amateur hour compared to my wife's!"

Tiffany laughed and took the cucumber, biting into it suggestively:

"I must say, it's about the same size."

They burst into laughter, as if an invisible barrier had formed, isolating me from the group.

No one looked at me.

No one seemed to care about my feelings.

It was as if I, five months pregnant, was just an unwanted prop that shouldn't be there.

The game continued, and this time Jack lost.

The card read: "French kiss someone of the opposite sex for three minutes."

There were only two women present - me and Tiffany.

But they all instinctively pushed Jack towards Tiffany.

"Come on, we all agreed it's just a game! Only an idiot would take it seriously!"

He was laughing, she was giggling, and a group of people raised their phones to take photos and videos.

I couldn't take it anymore. I picked up my glass and smashed it on the ground.

The shattering glass silenced the room.

In the dead quiet, I slowly stood up, steadying myself against the pain in my back. My voice was eerily calm: "Want to play something more exciting?"

"I'll help you!"

I took out my phone and dialed 911.

"Hello, officer? There's a group engaging in lewd behavior here..."

Jack was the first to react, rushing over to grab my phone:

"Emma, have you lost your mind? It's just a game, why are you overreacting?"

I looked at his hand still resting on Tiffany's waist and suddenly laughed, tears spilling out without warning:

"Jack, when the baby is born, how do you plan to explain this?"

"That daddy can't keep it in his pants, and mommy is a complete idiot?"

Jack's face darkened as he shielded the pouting Tiffany behind him, his voice barely containing his anger:

"You're going too far. We said it was just a game!"

If this counts as a game, then I certainly can't play.

I turned to leave.

Jack grabbed my wrist:

"My friends threw this party specially to celebrate your pregnancy. Do you have to ruin the mood like this?"

Hah, friends again.

"Slap!"

I turned and slapped him hard across the face.

The entire room fell silent.

Tiffany stepped forward and pulled Jack into her arms, patting his head.

"Listen to mommy, don't talk back!...