Carissa made potato cream soup at noon.

I didn't taste a single bite.

As I was about to leave, Carissa filled a big bowl of soup and pushed it in front of me, and said, "Drink it up."

I was disgusted by her commanding tone, "I am the employer, how can you control me?"

Carissa's face stiffened, her facial muscles tightened, which was a bit intimidating.

Yahir, who was silently eating beside me, quickly stood up and stopped me, "Jolie, drink the soup; it's good for the child."

"But you know I don't like to eat potatoes."

I was picky; Yahir not only knew but also indulged me.

But today, he looked at Carissa with a negotiating look.

"Why are you looking at me? If she doesn't drink, can't you find a solution?" Carissa's plump palm slapped heavily on the dining table.

Yahir nodded quickly as if he had been frightened.

He was very chauvinistic when we were dating.

But in front of Carissa, he was timid.

I angrily said, "Are you so afraid of her? Is she your mother?"

Yahir immediately frowned, "You are too delicate. The child is important; drink it."

I wouldn't drink.

Yahir usually spoiled me.

As long as I refused, he would not persist.

I turned around to leave from the other side.

"Waste, can't even handle a woman," Carissa grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the chair.

"What do you want to do?" I was struggling.

Yahir hurried came to me.

I thought he was here to pull Carissa away.

But he held my hands tightly and let Carissa pour the soup into my mouth.

I was stubborn and refused to drink, so the soup spilled all over me.

Carissa dropped the bowl and gritted her teeth at me, saying, "For the next eight months, you better not make me angry."

Covered in soup, I looked at Yahir as if he were a stranger.

Why did he favor that old woman?

Yahir looked at Carissa, who had already gone to the kitchen, and then gently persuaded me with a warm face, "Carissa just has a bad temper, but she knows how to take care of pregnant women. For the sake of us having a healthy baby, listen to her, and I will accompany you, okay?"

"I don't like her. Let's change the nanny."

Like listening to shocking and vulgar words, Yahir hurriedly said, "Take good care of yourself and don't think too much."

The doubts in my heart grew stronger.

At night, Yahir went to bed with me early.

Apart from those two things, he treated me extremely well.

In the middle of the night, a nightmare woke me up.

Yahir didn't lay beside me.

I sat up in shock, put on a coat, and went out based on my intuition.

I was unfamiliar with the place on the first day of moving into the villa.

Until I heard an embarrassing sound at the door of a bedroom, I felt a chill all over my body.

Yahir's voice was not unfamiliar to me.

But that woman...

"Mine is good, or hers?"

Confirming that it was Carissa, my mind buzzed.

"Yours is good; yours is comfortable."

Shameless!

"Yahir, come out," I banged on the door, disturbing the two inside.

Yahir tried to get up, but Carissa held him back, "Forget her? Let's finish first."

"Is there anyone in the world so shameless?" I thought.

I picked up the plant rack in the corridor and knocked on the door.

The two people inside paused, and Carissa appeared at the door, her face flushed and round.

She remained naked in the intimate moment with Yahir, showing no signs of discomfort from being fully seen.

The accumulated fat all over her body made me feel sick.

"What the hell are you knocking on the door in the middle of the night? Go back to your room."

"You shameless woman, seducing my husband!" I had a marriage certificate with Yahir and was confident.

"You think you're someone, you piece of junk?" Carissa's intimate moment was disrupted, fueling her anger even further. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped me across the face.

I was stunned by this slap.

She still wanted to hit me. Yahir rushed out with a towel wrapped around him and grabbed her hand.

His face had a subservient look that I had never seen before.

"Don't do this. She's just a tool for reproduction. If she gets hurt, it will affect the child."

My world went blank. "I am his wife. How did I become a tool for reproduction?"

Carissa was still very angry, "I didn't want to pretend in the first place. Since she knew our relationship, let her see the truth. Lock her up first, and we'll talk when I feel comfortable."

"Hubby, how could you betray me?" I burst into tears.

Yahir coaxed and dragged me back to the room, "Jolie, calm down and take a rest. We'll talk later."

How could I stay calm at a time like this?

I clung to him tightly, refusing to let him return to that elderly woman.

Yahir hesitated to speak, but just then, Carissa's fierce and impatient voice rang out from outside, "Yahir, if you're not afraid of the consequences, stay here with her!"

Yahir trembled, and his expression became indifferent and ruthless.

"Be careful of the child in your belly. If anything happens to him, you'll be dead right now."

He shook off my hands and locked the door when he went out.

I sat on the bed, feeling sad and helpless.

I met Yahir four months ago.

When I graduated from college, I couldn't find a job. My family couldn't afford to support me anymore, so I went to work in a factory with my high school diploma.

Yahir was my team leader. He was six years older than me and took very good care of me from the beginning.

His meticulous and considerate pursuit of me warmed the heart of a woman who had left her hometown to work.

In the second month of our relationship, we got the marriage certificate.

Not long after, I became pregnant.

On the day I went to the hospital for confirmation, he brought me to this villa in the suburbs.

I thought it was a surprise, but it turned out to be a shock.

He said to wait for a while, but I ended up being locked up overnight.

The next morning, Yahir came to open the door.

He appeared utterly exhausted, with pronounced bags under his eyes, suggesting he'd spent the entire night with her.

"Come out. Your good days are over."

I followed him into the living room.

Carissa was heavily made up, dressed to the nines, and lounging comfortably on the sofa with her fat body.

"Kneel down and listen to me," said Carissa.

"I bow my head in reverence to the heavens above, the earth beneath my feet, and the memory of my ancestors. Who do you imagine yourself to be?"

I stood there, not falling for her tricks.

Carissa grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and smashed it at my feet.

She was so fast that by the time I reacted, the top of my left foot had already been smashed, and blood was flowing continuously.

I sat on the ground, with a face full of pain.

But Yahir remained indifferent.

Carissa impatiently snapped at Yahir, "With such low intelligence, even her child is an idiot. It's better to bury her and have another woman give birth."

I took a deep breath. "What kind of place had I come to, where human life was cheap?"

Perhaps Yahir still had some feelings for me; he said something to protect me, "Natural conception is too troublesome. She hasn't figured out the situation yet. Give her some time."

Carissa snorted and stared at me with a sinister look, "My name is Carissa Farnham, do you know who I am now?"

I was so shocked that I couldn't feel the pain in my feet.

Although I hadn't seen the biggest boss since I entered the factory, I had seen the chairman's name on the documents.

"Is she the one who can stamp the company seal on her name?" I thought.