I Gave Birth to Your Husband's Child

— There you go, Khlebnikov, take him and raise him yourself! Hear me? Again you’re hiding from me? I’m telling you—accept the son and take him!

From by the gate comes a loud woman’s voice calling my husband.

I step out of the door of the countryside house where I came one early morning, and I see a hefty woman pushing a stroller.

— Hello, and who are you? — I ask, not expecting anything good.

— I’m the one who gave birth to your husband’s son! — the woman begins talking. — He asked for a boy, pleaded, and even flung himself at my feet. And now he says he doesn’t want to know us.

Without permission, she opened the gate and rolled the stroller into it.

— There! Raise him—don’t dirty him! The certificate and the pampers—I put them here. And congratulate Veny with his son!

She turns around and leaves, and panic starts to rise in me.

What kind of cruel prank is this?