I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson

Lily and I exchanged knowing glances. We knew this was more than just a silly bet; it was a chance for Mark to finally understand the sacrifices Lily made every day.

And judging by the pained expression on his face, the lesson was starting to sink in.

When the sun finally began to set, Mark threw in the towel, metaphorically and literally. He collapsed onto the couch, threw the rag onto the coffee table, and started removing his watermelon half.

“I… I can’t do it,” he groaned, putting his head back after throwing the hollow fruit away. “I give up!“

We were silent for only a second before Lily stood in all her pregnant glory and looked down at her husband.

Mark’s gaze met hers, and his eyes started watering. “Lily,” he croaked, defeated and exhausted. “I… I’m so sorry. I had no clue. I never realized how much you do every single day.”

Tears welled up in Lily’s eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They shimmered with relief, hope, and the promise of a brighter future.

She reached out and gently cupped her husband’s cheek.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, soothingly. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. But I’m glad you finally understand.”

That night, I helped Lily clean up the watermelon wreckage and made dinner while witnessing the change that swept through the house.

For the first time since I’d arrived, Mark actually helped with the chores. He tackled the dishes, folded laundry, and even managed to assemble the baby’s crib without too much cursing (a minor miracle, in my book).