When I arrived at my pregnant sister’s house, I never expected to find her husband treating her like a servant. What I did next, with a watermelon and a crazy bet, changed everything. The Unexpected Sight When I visited my sister, who was nine months pregnant, I was shocked to see her being treated like a maid. I was traveling for work and had to spend a few nights at her place.As soon as I stepped through the door, I sensed something was wrong. Lily, my dear sister, was waddling around with a belly that looked ready to burst. Her face was pale, and dark circles hung under her eyes. She looked exhausted. Meanwhile, her husband, Mark, was sprawled on the couch, controller in hand, eyes glued to the TV screen.
Witnessing the Reality That evening, I saw firsthand the root of Lily’s exhaustion. Dinner was served, a simple pasta dish she had clearly put effort into despite her condition. Mark took one bite, wrinkled his nose, and declared, “Ugh, this is cold. I’m taking this upstairs.” He grabbed his plate and disappeared, and soon, the sounds of his video game echoed down. Lily sighed and started clearing the table. I watched in disbelief as she loaded the dishwasher, switched on the washing machine, and began folding a mountain of baby clothes. Of course, I helped, but Mark continued his gaming marathon upstairs. Confronting the Problem The next morning, over a breakfast of burnt toast, I decided to talk to Mark. “Hey, Mark,” I began cautiously,
