“Aaron, that’s absurd! She’s your mom. If she’s sick, of course, I’d want to help you—and her,” I said firmly.

“I didn’t think about it like that,” he admitted, looking defeated.

“And the lingerie?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

“It was meant for you. I know you’ve been feeling insecure, so I thought it might make you feel special,” he murmured.

I sighed, my anger giving way to weariness. “I’m still upset. You kept all of this from me. I’m your wife, Aaron. It hurts that you didn’t trust me.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, his voice filled with regret.

“I need some time to think,” I said, sitting back down.

Aaron nodded and quietly walked out, and I heard the door close behind him. The house was still once more.

Two hours later, I stood outside Sara’s hospital room, holding a box with her favorite cherry pie.

Aaron was at her side, holding her hand. His face lit up when he saw me.

“Veronica?” Sara said, her voice filled with surprise as she shifted to sit up.

“No, don’t get up,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “I brought you some cherry pie. I remembered it’s your favorite.”

Sara’s eyes softened. “Oh, thank you, Veronica. That’s so kind of you.”

I hesitated before speaking. “I’m sorry I haven’t visited sooner,” I said, my voice faltering.

“It’s not your fault,” Sara replied, shaking her head. “I know Aaron didn’t tell you. We didn’t want to worry you.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I said, meeting her gaze. “I know we don’t always see eye to eye, but in times like this, support matters. Family matters.”

Sara nodded, her expression serious. “You’re right. I know I haven’t been the best mother-in-law. I’ve been unfair to you. This illness has made me reflect. I’m sorry, Veronica. I’ll try not to interfere anymore.”

I shook my head, letting out a soft laugh, easing the tension. Aaron got up, walked over, and placed his hand gently on my belly.

Sara glanced at me—not with her usual judgment, but with what felt like a moment of understanding. It was as if the barriers between us were finally starting to crumble.