Every Night, My Brother’s Wife Slept Between Me and My Husband—On the 17th Night, I Learned the Terrifying Reason

What if something else was happening?

The seventeenth night arrived during a thunderstorm.

Rain hammered the roof.

Wind rattled the windows.

Around midnight, Lucía appeared with her pillow.

Again.

I almost refused.

Instead, I rolled over and pretended not to care.

Within minutes, everyone seemed asleep.

Then came the sound.

Click.

My eyes opened immediately.

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