When my son called, panicking about his mom screaming and strange voices in our house, I feared the worst. I rushed home, my mind racing, only to discover an unexpected scene in my bedroom.
It began with a frantic call from my eight-year-old, Luke: “Daddy, please come home! Mom is screaming!” He was too scared to check, so I told him to lock his door while I called the cops and sped home.
When I arrived, I kicked the door open, bracing for the worst. Instead, I found my sister-in-law, Diana, in my bed with two men, having a “party.” Just then, my wife, Nikkie, arrived with the police. Shocked, Nikkie demanded, “Diana?! What the heck?!”
Diana, completely unfazed, shrugged, “I thought no one would be home. Just having a bit of fun.”
We later learned this wasn’t the first time. My son was traumatized, and we immediately cut ties with Diana. I also sent a warning text to her husband—he deserved to know.
