My Husband Cheated With A Hog

Summary

My mother-in-law told me to go feed the hog.

As I stepped toward the pen, a voice hissed into my ear:

[Here she comes. I’m going to tear her face off in a minute.]

[This cheap trash... she actually had the nerve to sleep next to my man last night.]

[Hee hee. She’ll die before she figures out that her husband and I are a pair.]

I froze in my tracks.

I stared at the pig. It was glaring back at me, its small eyes full of malice.

But he was a boar. A male hog.