Beaten to Miscarriage by My Husband’s Mistress

"I'm not the mistress! I'm Jake's..."

I screamed frantically, but before I could finish, Reese's slap cut me off, sending a blinding pain shooting through my head.

Reese sneered, saying, "Jake? You're so familiar with his name. Are you really buying formula for that bastard child?"

She kicked the spilled formula around, unscrewed the bottle, and had her friends pin me down.

Then she forced the formula into my mouth, nearly choking me. Her eyes were bloodshot, her rage palpable as she battered my face with the formula can.

"Who told you to seduce someone else's man?

"You really thought that because you're carrying Jake's baby, he'd marry you?

"Not a chance!"

Reese's laughter was cold and mocking.

Some onlookers, uncomfortable with the violence, stepped in to intervene quietly. "Hey, she looks pregnant. Even if she's at fault, you can't just beat her up like this."

Reese glanced at them with contempt. "So eager to play peacemaker? You and this slut are probably just here to hook up with someone's husband, aren't you?"

"You..." The would-be peacemaker was left speechless, red-faced with anger.

Reese's friends, arms crossed defiantly, boasted to the crowd. "Well, Reese's boyfriend is Jake Austin, the chairman of Chanting Group!"

As one of the leading local conglomerates, Chanting Group had Jake ranked as the top wealthy tycoon five years ago.

Though I came from a modest background with parents who were blue-collar workers, I never flaunted my marriage to a wealthy man.

In fact, I rarely spent more than a few thousand bucks a month.

I wouldn't splurge on expensive jewelry or makeup.

All the high-end bags and watches I owned were gifts from Jake.

I used to joke about passing them down to our future daughter if we had one.

Hearing Jake's name made the crowd uneasy.

Clearly, they were reluctant to get involved further.

They shook their heads, murmuring, "She seemed so demure and gentle. How did she end up as a mistress? Turns out she's tangled up with that rich guy!"

With the crowd's support emboldening her, Reese grew even more vicious.

"Hold her down!

"You think you can use the baby to climb the social ladder? I'm not going to let you get your way."

Her friends pinned my limbs as I cried out in despair.

Reese relentlessly kicked my belly, each blow more forceful than the last.

"Stop!"

I struggled desperately, the excruciating pain making my screams gut-wrenching.

"I'm not Jake's mistress!

"I'm his wife!"

But Reese didn't relent. Her kicks continued as she laughed coldly.

She said with a twisted grin, "Ha! You're not even married yet, and you think you're Jake's legitimate wife?

"You're such a bitch, damn it!

"I'm not just going to beat you.

"I'm going to strip you so everyone can see what kind of body could attract Jake."

Reese grabbed at my coat with a sinister smile.

She shouted, "Let's show everyone what happens to all the mistresses!"