Her eldest son was devoted to a two-faced woman he thought was his one true love.
In a fit of rage, my future mother-in-law conceived a second child—and promised me to him instead.
I stared miserably at my still-unborn new fiancé and tactfully suggested that this might, possibly, perhaps be a little inappropriate.
She slapped the golden, glowing egg so hard it rang, and declared with absolute conviction that if her second son let me down too, she would simply have a third.
Me: Excuse me?