Not My Positive Pregnancy Test

Hell hath no fury like a fiercely organized wife.

Molly Nokes has spent twenty-nine years running a flawless household, balancing the budget, and cheerfully managing her husband Clay’s completely disorganized life. But when she finds a positive pregnancy test in her meticulously cleaned master bathroom, and knows her own tubes were tied two decades ago, she realizes the man she’s been propping up has made a monumentally stupid mistake.

Instead of crying on the bathroom tile, Molly grabs a to-do list.

What follows is a masterclass in domestic sabotage. Armed with shrinking laundry detergent, green beard dye, and total control of the joint bank accounts, Molly launches a quiet, hilarious campaign to completely dismantle Clay’s world from the inside out. As Clay desperately tries to hold on to his young, demanding mistress while his funds mysteriously dry up and his suits inexplicably shrink, he has no idea the architect of his ruin is the woman pouring his morning coffee.

This is a sharp, wildly satisfying revenge comedy about the invisible labor of women, the audacity of aging men, and the glorious freedom of finally dropping the dead weight.