Monica's face grew even redder as she looked at me with reproach. "Jean! Didn't you say I could live in this house as I pleased? Why are you bringing this up now?"

I scoffed, "It's my house, I can let anyone I choose live in it. It's none of your business."

Monica was confused by my sudden change in attitude. After all, in my past foolishness, I did promise to give her this house when they got married.

Liam, catching Monica's anxious look, realized she had lied again. After a moment's thought, he decided to play the scoundrel to the end.

"I don't care, Jean Spencer, you've been friends with Monica for years, didn't you say she's like family? If you don't give us this house, I won't marry her!

"Think about it! She's carrying my child!"

I was completely taken aback and looked at Liam, who I thought was an idiot. "Whether she marries or not is not my concern, I'm not her mother!"

Monica looked at me in disbelief, "Jean! I've always considered you like a sister! How can you say such a thing?"

I didn't entertain their accusations and focused on the movers, instructing them to toss all their belongings out the door.

Liam, enraged by the scene, turned and slapped Monica in front of everyone, "You useless thing!

"If you can't secure this house as our wedding home, forget about getting married! I'll see who wants you after you've had a child out of wedlock!"

Monica watched Liam storm off, then covered her face and wept bitterly. She turned to me with resentment. "Jean Spencer, you did this on purpose!

"Did you have a crush on Liam, so you're trying to use the house to force him to leave me and marry you?

"You're well aware that Liam's mother adores this house and would approve of him marrying anyone who could provide it. Have you been scheming to betray me all along?"

I was at a loss for words.

What a repulsive imagination!

I couldn't hold back any longer and slapped Monica across the face.

"What's the matter with you? Are you off your medication or something? Why do you spout such nonsense! Liam's a spineless mama's boy, not even as tall as me with his lifts, and only a fool like you would even consider him!"

Monica went berserk.

It used to be that she was the one barking orders at me, and I never dared to utter a harsh word to her.

I had always put Monica first in my life.

Now, reflecting on it, I couldn't help but feel the urge to slap my past self.