A Devil in the Ribs — A Knife in the Heart

“My husband completely worried and worried about me being here. But I like it here. They feed me, take care of me, and even give me injections for fun. And now you’re also here with me, so we won’t be bored.”

A rosy, wide-faced girl named Tosi smiled openly and happily.

I wasn’t in the mood for fun, because it wasn’t in my plans to spend time in a clinic because of a threat of miscarriage.

I didn’t plan to get pregnant at all, since Edik and I are already grown up—we’re supposed to wait for grandchildren.

- “I’ll be here just for a little while, at most a couple of days,” Tosi assured her, unpacking her things.

- “It’s nothing,” she replied. “Eduard is planning to pick me up in two days. He’s buying a house for us, preparing a surprise—and I already know about everything.”

She laughed, and I was stunned by the coincidence. Our husbands have the same names.

And then it turned out that it wasn’t just the names. Our husbands are one and the same. And he’s been living with Tosi for two years. And he’s buying the house for the “wife” and the child.

Also, our daughter with Edik knows everything and can’t wait for a baby brother or sister…