She even pulled out a screenshot and cried in front of the camera.
"Guys, take a look. Last night at midnight, this mistress said she missed my husband!"
I looked at the screenshot, and it was a screenshot from last night that I sent to my husband.
And the note from my husband in the screenshot was Hooker No. 88.
I was struck dumb.
I never thought that the man who promised to love me for the rest of my life was this kind of person.
[Oh my, this mistress is in that line of work.]
[She's so pretty, so...]
The barrage of comments was filled with obscenities.
I stood there in shock.
I couldn't accept that Marc had betrayed me.
"Everyone, look, I'm pregnant, yet she seduced my husband. She's a homewrecker!"
Delia pointed to her swollen belly.
Beside her, those middle-aged women glared at me with hostility.
"Delia, don't worry, I will handle this for you. You're carrying Marc's child, and this shameless slut seduces him," one of the women said fiercely.
Then, they came at me, pinching and scratching.
Soon, I had several wounds on my body.
"Smash everything! Why does this woman get to live in such a nice house? It's all bought with my husband's money!"