I clenched my fists and trembled as I asked, “How long have you been together?”
Daisy smirked, holding up three fingers with a triumphant air.
“Three years. Three years ago, he met me at a dinner party and fell in love with me at first sight. That very night, he spent the entire evening with me. When he got back, he felt guilty about you, so he transferred all his assets to your name. But those things were supposed to be mine and my baby’s. You stole what rightfully belongs to us!”
I bit my lip hard, suppressing the urge to slap her.
Seeing my restraint only made Daisy more brazen. She added smugly, “Do you think he really loves you? Every night after you fall asleep, he comes to me. Even now, with me pregnant, he can’t stay away. And just so you know, on the day you had your miscarriage, he wasn’t at some business meeting—he was in my bed, enjoying himself. He can’t live without me anymore. If you’re smart, you’ll give him a divorce willingly.”
Her words hit me like a sledgehammer. I thought back to that day—the excruciating pain that made me pass out multiple times, the near-death experience from blood loss.