"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!"

Delia pointed at the house and shouted, "Take away everything valuable, and smash what can't be taken.

"It's all my husband's money, and I won't leave this slut with anything."

Her voice was loud, and the comments online were all comforting her.

I remained cold-faced, watching their actions. Anger was rolling in my chest.

"Please leave, or I'll call the police!" I shouted.

I didn't want to argue with these people. Marc's betrayal had disgusted me to the core.

"Call the police? You slut, how dare you be so arrogant!"

The middle-aged women were furious and pushed me down onto the sofa. Meanwhile, Delia led her people upstairs.

"Everyone, my husband works so hard to earn money. This slut has no shame, profiting from him. Look at all the valuable things in this villa. I'm taking them all today. What I can't take, I'll smash!"

She commanded the middle-aged women, who began to ransack my rooms.

Soon, from my room, she pulled out a large pile of jewelry.

"I advise you to calm down. These things are very expensive! You can't afford to compensate for them!" I said coldly, watching Delia take out a box of jewelry.

That box of jewelry was just bought by me overseas, worth fifty million dollars. It was prepared for a banquet in a few days.