​My Father-in-Law's Forbidden Cure​

I had just finished wiping my husband's body when my father-in-law secretly called me out. He grinned as he showed me his phone screen. One glance made my face burn with embarrassment.

"Dad, why are you watching this kind of site?"

Vincent frowned, looking at me with indifference.

"I'm a man. What's strange about watching this?"

On the screen, scantily clad camgirls danced during livestreams, surrounded by male enhancement ads.

I quickly turned away, annoyed.

"Then why show it to me?"

He sighed and pointed at a line of text: Download the app for five minutes of free viewing.

"I'm too old to figure this out. Help me download it. I want to watch."

Pursing my lips, I reluctantly installed the app for him.

It wasn’t some shady platform—just one with suggestive content.

Once set up, Vincent lounged on the couch, engrossed, the volume cranked up.

A coquettish voice echoed: "Thank you for the gift, big brother! What else do you want to see me do...?"

He grinned, legs crossed, cigarette dangling from his lips.

He’d been divorced for years, living alone.

After Julian and I married, we moved in to keep him company.

But after Julian’s accident left him in a coma, Vincent became his primary caretaker.

Today was my rare day off, so I stayed home with Julian.

Vincent acted like I wasn’t even there.

Despite his habits, he’d always respected me.

Julian once joked about his father’s many "girlfriends" and robust health.

I thought it was just talk—until the doorbell rang at noon.

A plump, curvaceous woman in her forties stood outside.

She blinked when she saw me. "Where’s Vincent?"

Hearing his name, he hurried over.

"Oh! You’re here!"

Confused, I watched him wrap an arm around her waist, ushering her inside.

Their intimacy made me nervous. I shut the door quickly.

Before I could turn around, Vincent was already kissing her cheek.

Flustered, the woman pushed him away and gestured at me.

"Is this... yours?"

Vincent glanced at me. "My daughter-in-law, Evelyn."