There’s nosy, and then there’s Diane-level nosy. When she found a pregnancy test in my bathroom and made a shocking announcement, she had no idea how badly it would backfire.

I was halfway through my coffee when I heard the upstairs floor creak. My stomach tightened. Diane was supposed to use the guest bathroom—she had no reason to be up there.

I found her in my master bathroom, fixated on the counter. When she turned, she smirked and walked out without a word. My eyes followed hers—to a positive pregnancy test.

Two weeks later, at a family BBQ, Diane clinked her glass. “To Hayden! Since I was the first to know, I thought it was only right to name my first grandchild!”

Silence. Then my husband turned to me, jaw tight. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I’m not pregnant.”

A gasp. A shift. And then, I locked eyes with Ethan’s sister—Megan—who looked pale as a ghost.

Diane’s smirk vanished. “But… I saw the test!”

Megan swallowed hard. “It was mine.”

Chaos erupted. Diane sputtered, humiliated, while Megan glared. “I didn’t tell you because you always said you’d kill me if I got pregnant before graduating.”

Diane stammered, but Megan smirked. “Oh, and about the name? Hayden is out.”

I took a slow sip of my drink, relishing Diane’s horrified expression.

Maybe next time, she’d learn that snooping could blow up in her face.

And just like that, she muttered, “I need another drink.”