Late in my pregnancy, my husband, Joshua Jaxson’s ex-wife returned. 

Olivia Wylde cornered me at my doorstep and, without a word, launched into a brutal attack. 

She insisted I was an intruder who had taken advantage of her absence to steal her place. I pleaded, explaining I wasn’t a mistress, but she refused to believe me. 

Together with her supporters, she tore my home apart and beat me so viciously that I went into premature labor. 

Blood pooled beneath me, and my consciousness began to slip, but she greeted my husband’s arrival with a radiant smile. 

“Honey,” she said, “I’m back. Let’s get remarried!”

Entering the late stages of my pregnancy, my belly had grown even larger, and my body felt heavier than ever.

Joshua Jaxson, my husband, insisted I stop working and focus on resting at home.

One day, shortly after he left for work, I heard someone unlock the door. Thinking he’d forgotten something, I waddled over to open it. But instead of my husband, a woman with wavy hair and a bold outfit stood there.

Our eyes met and both of us froze in place.

“Who are you? Why are you in my home?” I asked, assuming she’d made a mistake.

“This is 5-102. Are you looking for someone?”

Before I could fully process the situation, she swung her arm and slapped me across the face. Stumbling from the blow, I nearly lost my balance.

“You’re living in my home and you don’t even know who I am?” she sneered.

“I haven’t been gone long, yet here you are, moving in like the shameless mistress you are."

She didn’t give me a chance to explain before she rolled up her sleeves and struck me repeatedly across the face.

Terrified of hurting the baby, I tried to dodge her blows.

“You’ve got the wrong person! I’m not a mistress—my husband is Joshua Jaxson!” I pleaded.

“Then I’m definitely hitting the right person!” she spat, her strikes growing more vicious. My face burned, swelling red until my cheeks were almost numb.

Hearing the commotion, Mrs. Minerva Granger, my elderly neighbor, came over to intervene, blocking the furious woman.

“How dare you attack a pregnant woman! You have such a wicked heart!” Mrs. Granger said sharply.

“I’m calling the police!”

The crazed woman showed no fear.

“Let me ask you, old lady, what did people do back in the day to homewreckers?” she asked.

Mrs. Granger hesitated, her fingers briefly pausing on her phone.

“Nothing good ever came of women like that,” she replied absentmindedly.

“In my day, they’d be drowned like rats in a cage.”

“Then did you know that the pregnant woman you’re defending here is the one seducing my husband?”

The woman’s voice grew louder, filled with venom.

“She moved right into my home while I was gone! Tell me, should I let her off so easily?”

Hearing this, the sympathy on Mrs. Granger’s face vanished only to be replaced by a look of utter disgust.

After sizing me up from head to toe, she sneered dismissively.

Undeterred, I turned to her, desperately trying to explain. “I’ve lived here for a year, Mrs. Granger! This woman just came in claiming I’m a mistress and saying this is her home! You know I’m Joshua’s wife. We even brought you gifts when we got married!”

Mrs. Granger’s gaze wavered for a moment as she looked between me and the furious woman, her eyes lowered in thought.

The crazed woman crossed her arms defiantly. “You look familiar. Is your son George Granger?”

Mrs. Granger jumped in surprise. “How do you know that? Do you know my son?”

“Not just know him, I visited your home with Josh! By the way, George said you love the walnut cake I make. I’ll bring you some when I make them in a few days.”

Mrs. Granger smacked her thigh in recognition. “Yes, yes, I remember you! You’re little Josh’s wife!”

“Mrs. Granger?” I looked at her uncertainly.

Mrs. Granger spat at me, her expression filled with disdain. “Who do you think you are?

“You go ahead and keep hitting her! My eyesight is too poor to see anything anyway!”

With that, she turned her back and sauntered away.

I finally sensed something was off and turned to the woman before me.

“Who exactly are you?” I asked in a low voice.

“Oh, so now you’re afraid?” she taunted.

“Fine, I’ll be merciful and help you and your son understand what’s going on.

“Listen carefully. My name is Olivia Wylde, and I’m Joshua’s wife!”

Shock coursed through me, quickly followed by a wave of nausea.

Olivia was Joshua’s wife?

Joshua had told me about his relationship with his ex-wife before we married.

He described her as a selfish person who acted on impulse without a care for other people.

He mentioned how Olivia would disappear for months without notice and, on a whim, had even left him behind on his birthday to travel to Africa for a wildlife migration expedition.

She openly flirted with other men and moved between them without shame.

Joshua had voiced his concerns to her more than once, but she brushed them aside, believing that her charm and his deep love for her would make him accept her behavior.

That was until he caught her in bed with another man.

Olivia adamantly denied any wrongdoing, claiming they were just friends chatting under the covers. She thought he was overreacting and accused him of not trusting her.

In a fit of anger, she filed for divorce.

This time, Joshua did not try to stop her. He signed the papers without hesitation.

At the time, I still held a half-hearted skepticism of what he claimed, viewing his ex-wife as a free-spirited and somewhat brash woman. I never expected reality to deliver such a harsh lesson today.

I gathered my strength and glared at Olivia. “You and Joshua are divorced, so you have no right to interfere in his life!”

She glanced at my belly.

“You, an insignificant mistress, have no grounds to speak to me like that! If I don’t teach you a lesson today, I’ll be failing in my role as the rightful wife,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

As she lunged toward me again, I instinctively tried to retreat further into the house, but she yanked my hair, preventing my escape.

Protecting my belly, I dodged her grasp as she clutched my clothing.

Suddenly, a hard kick landed squarely on my lower back, sending me crashing to the ground. Pain shot through my abdomen.

“I’ve called for backup—these are all the women who would stand against homewreckers!” Mrs. Granger shouted.

“Look at Karen! She’s so strong that the woman can’t get up!”

Mrs. Karen Holland squatted and looked down at me with disdain.

“Minerva here said that the pregnant mistress lives here, and I see that’s you, with your fox-like appearance!”

With someone backing her up, Olivia grew even bolder. She raised her foot and stomped on me.

The baby inside me kicked fiercely, and I felt a warm sensation between my legs. I realized I must have started bleeding.

To avoid provoking them further, I steadied my trembling hands and tried to explain again.

“I’m not a mistress! I’m married to Joshua! This woman here is his ex-wife!”

The crowd surrounding us gasped in surprise, turning their eyes toward Olivia.

“You’re the ex-wife, and you come to your ex-husband’s house to attack his current wife? What kind of nonsense is this?”

“Exactly! If you want to get back together, you shouldn’t be hitting the woman he’s with now!”

“Minerva, you called us over to beat up someone without getting the facts straight? You’ve lost your mind!”

Faced with the crowd's scrutiny, Olivia’s eyes burned with fury as she struck me again.

“You shameless woman! No wonder Josh divorced me—it must have been your meddling!”

Then Olivia turned to the crowd and shouted, “Don’t be fooled by her! Josh cut ties with his family for me!

“He walked away from a company worth billions just to be with me. If he loved me so much, why would he marry someone like this?

“We only had a fight! If she hadn’t seduced Josh while we were married, how could she get pregnant so quickly? If she’s not his mistress, who is she then?”

Her claims rang loud and clear, causing the people around us to look at me with renewed suspicion.

Then Mrs. Holland, who had kicked me earlier, stepped forward to support her.

“That’s how my husband was too! He deceived me, claiming he wanted to buy me a house, then brought the pregnant mistress into our home! We can’t trust her! These mistresses are very cunning!”

“It doesn’t matter if this shameless woman is married to Joshua. She’s still a mistress! Today, we’re here to deal with her!”

“Yes! Let’s deal with the mistress! Better to mistakenly hit the wrong person than let her go!”

The crowd closed in on me, fists raised, chanting for the ‘mistress’ to be punished.

Terrified, I screamed hysterically.

“No! It’s not like that! My marriage certificate is inside! Just let me go get it!”

Olivia smirked, her lips curling into a cold smile.

“Alright then, let’s see if you really have a marriage certificate!”

Then she grabbed my hair and dragged me into the living room.

There, she spotted our wedding photos displayed on the shelves.

Seething with rage, she struck my face again.

“You dare take wedding photos with Josh? Do you think you’re the rightful wife? Look at yourself now. You don’t resemble the person in the picture at all! You must have slipped the photographer some money to edit those!”

Dazed from the blows, I tried to explain, “I’m not a mistress! Let me go. I’ll find the marriage certificate!”

“What marriage certificate? With that face, how could Josh ever marry you?

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, this house is really tasteless. Josh has seriously downgraded since leaving me. Ladies, please do me a favor and destroy all this ugly stuff!”

At her words, the women surged forward, and the room was suddenly filled with the sounds of smashing and crashing.

My wedding photos with Joshua, the newly bought crystal chandelier, and our matching couple mugs were shattered into pieces.

Olivia rummaged through my belongings and found the introduction to my gallery.

She approached me and unleashed another round of blows, striking me relentlessly.

“You? The owner of a gallery? Do you even know what art is?

“The Royal Academy of Arts? That’s a second-rate school. I’ve never even heard of it! And you dare flaunt a title to swindle people!

“Let me tell you, I graduated from a prestigious university in the capital! And you think you can compete with me?”

The relentless assault from the women had already worn me down. I realized that if they continued, I would inevitably lose my baby.

Exhausted, I collapsed on the floor, silently contemplating my next move. Just then Olivia returned.

She held my clothes, and in front of me, she began cutting them to shreds.

“You should take a good look at yourself! You look like a cow and deliberately bought these tiny clothes. Do you think you can even fit into them?

“Or do you just like wearing tight clothes to attract men?”

As she continued her tirade, her anger grew, and she kicked my stomach again.

A wave of intense pain surged through my abdomen, and I clutched my belly, crying out in agony.

“Call an ambulance! I’m in so much pain! Please, save my baby!”

It was as if Olivia hadn’t heard me.

She spun around in front of me, her chest puffed out, a smug smile on her face.

“Open your eyes and see what a perfect figure looks like!

“You need to stand tall where it counts and flaunt it!

“Men always say that a good woman weighs less than a hundred pounds. You’re flat-chested and short!

“With a figure like yours, no man with any sense would even glance your way!

“If Josh even looked at you, he must have been desperate!”

Blood continued to flow between my legs, and I felt my strength fading. My vision blurred as I slipped into emptiness.

“Look, the little mistress’s water broke! Is she about to give birth?” I heard one of the older ladies ask.

“This is a matter of life and death! Hurry and take her to the hospital!” Another one said.

Olivia shot them a glare that silenced the room.

“Anyone who speaks for her is against me and the Jaxson family!”

Everyone fell silent at the threat.

Olivia smirked at my belly, her lips curling with disdain.

“If you dared to be the mistress, you should have expected this retribution. An illegitimate child born out of secrecy and betrayal doesn’t deserve to live!

“Let her give birth here. I want to see what kind of monster comes out of her!”

The pain in my abdomen intensified, and in my haze, I sensed something slipping away from me.

Then I heard running footsteps and a familiar voice broke through my pain.

“Olivia? Why didn’t you close the door while you were home alone?”

Joshua had finally returned!