As she spoke, I heard the sound of vases shattering and picture frames being broken.
I turned around to see Chelsea's friends scattered throughout the living room.
"What are you doing?"
Many antique items, jewelry, and accessories were smashed all over the floor!
Expensive calligraphy and paintings were torn down, and Chelsea, not yet satisfied, even opened a bottle of red wine and poured it over the paintings, completely ruining them!
One of her friends found a blue folder, opened it, and saw the contents: 28 weeks pregnant, Yvette.
Chelsea, enraged, clenched her fists and approached me.
"Are you really pregnant? Is it my husband's child!?"
"I told you, Philip is my son! I have a husband! This is my husband's child! Chelsea, don't go too far!"
I glared at her, trying to push myself up from the floor, but Chelsea pushed me back down.
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!"
But Chelsea didn't believe me and kicked me right in the stomach!
A wave of intense pain surged through me again!
This time, I couldn't say a word of explanation or warning; I could only curl up on the ground, chest pressed to my knees, writhing in excruciating pain!
But Chelsea's face was still filled with a heavy malice.
It seemed she wouldn't let me go until this was resolved to her satisfaction.