She placed one hand on my pregnant belly, pressing harder with every word! The pain twisted my face instantly!
"Your husband? Hmph, then why don't I see him around in this villa? But I do see a lot of pictures of you and Philip together! So intimate—did you not think about me at all?"
My husband had passed away in an accident three months ago.
Philip and the baby inside me are all he left me.
Now, questioned by Chelsea, I could only grit my teeth and try to explain.
"Calm down, I..."
"Slap!"
Before I could finish, another slap landed on my face, so hard that it split my lip.
I was in too much pain to speak, but Chelsea cruelly grabbed my face, pressing down on my stomach without any regard for my life.
Her words at that moment were like the whispers of a demon.
"I'll make you understand the price of being a mistress. This child, you can forget about keeping it."
I no longer cared that Chelsea was Philip's fiancée and spoke with a tone full of threat.
"Breaking into a private residence without permission, destroying private property! Assaulting a pregnant woman—these are enough to put you in prison for years! Chelsea, think carefully!"