At that moment, it became clear—Hugh wasn't as indifferent as I thought. He had been using my money to please Lucy!
And with her heavily pregnant, she must be at least seven months along!
"Bitch, why so silent? The truth makes you feel guilty, doesn't it??"
Seeing me silent, the woman holding me down tightened her grip.
"Answer, bitch!"
"I told you, I'm not the other woman! My marriage certificate is in my bag. You should find out who the real wife is!"
One of the women pulled out my marriage certificate from my bag.
"She really has a marriage certificate. Did we make a mistake?"
The support group hesitated for a moment.
However, before they could look at the marriage certificate, Lucy snatched it and tore it to pieces.
"You think you can fool us with a fake marriage certificate, bitch?"
"Ladies, don't be deceived by this woman. She's full of tricks. Otherwise, how could my clever husband fall for her lies?"
Staring at the shredded pieces on the floor, I couldn't help but retort, "You keep calling Hugh Jackson your husband, but do you have a marriage certificate to prove it? Just calling him your husband doesn't make it true!"