I stammered in desperation, while my mother-in-law’s face turned pale as she frantically tried to deny everything.

I was born into a poor rural family, and had loved a girl from my village for five years—we had even planned to marry. But when my parents heard that I had the chance to marry the daughter of a wealthy family in town—owners of a five-story house on the main street for rent—they immediately forced me to break up with my lover and smile my way into this “life-changing” marriage.

On the wedding night, as I fumbled awkwardly in the unfamiliar room, my wife excused herself with a “headache” and went to bed early. I hadn’t even finished sighing when the door suddenly opened—my mother-in-law walked in. She swayed her hips, smiling suggestively, and whispered:

“Don’t be shy… every woman in this house needs someone to rely on. If you play your cards right, sooner or later, this whole house will be yours.”

Cold sweat drenched me; my legs nearly gave out. I tried to resist, but her sweet words and brazen seduction made me lose control. For the next week, every night she slipped into my room, coaxing and threatening me:

“If you breathe a word of this to my daughter, forget about ever touching that house on Main Street!”

I lived in fear, yet I was also trapped in that filthy spiral. I began to distance myself from my wife, finding excuses to avoid her, while every appearance of my mother-in-law left me suffocating between desire and dread.

Until one day—my wife unexpectedly came home early. She opened the bedroom door, and froze at the sight of me with… her own mother. She collapsed to the floor, screaming:

“So all this time… you two have been betraying me behind my back? What do you take me for?”

I stammered, begging for mercy, while my mother-in-law’s face went ashen as she scrambled to deny it. But my wife said nothing more—she just ran straight out of the house.

I thought the matter would end there, but the very next day, my wife’s entire family called an emergency meeting. My mother-in-law stubbornly denied everything, while I trembled uncontrollably. Then suddenly, my wife coldly slammed a stack of DNA test results onto the table.

My vision blurred, my heart pounded. Inside those papers was the proof—the youngest son of the family was not my father-in-law’s child, but… my own.

Everyone was stunned. My father-in-law’s face turned crimson as he lunged at me, ready to kill me on the spot. I collapsed to my knees, while my mother-in-law fainted to the ground. The grand townhouse, the dream of a better life, the five years of love I had abandoned—all of it shattered in an instant, twisting into an inescapable nightmare.