Congratulations Husband on Marrying the Maternity Nurse

I didn't dare take medication for fear of affecting breastfeeding.

I lay awake crying until dawn, only to see Chloe using my makeup to powder her face.

Seeing me rise silently, she was startled.

Then, looking at my face, she was even more shocked.

Covering her mouth, she could barely hold back her laughter.

She said, "Why is your face so swollen? Didn't you say you used to be a makeup artist? Looks like your foundation wasn't good. That's why you worked so hard to learn makeup."

Seeing that I didn't respond, she became even more aggressive.

She put all my cosmetics into her own makeup bag and casually sprayed some perfume.

She said, "I see you won't be using these, and they're about to expire. I might as well use them."

I was in so much pain that I just wanted to go to the hospital immediately.

The pungent smell of her perfume gave me a headache.

Although I was resentful, I was still afraid of offending her, fearing she might mistreat my son.

I could only advise her, "Aren't maternity nurses not supposed to wear makeup or use strong-smelling things? Why don't you put it on when you go home?"

She sneered, "He's so small. How can he smell anything? I think you're just jealous of me."

She snatched away the baby and added, "If you're sick, go get treated."

Looking at the makeup bag she had left there, I opened it and dumped it into the trash can.

Hearing the noise, she rushed back.

She shouted, "You crazy woman, what are you doing? These are all branded items. You probably haven't even seen them before."

Her hand kept fishing in the toilet, opening the eyeshadow, which had already melted into water.

Furious, she threw it directly at me.

She snapped, "You're going to pay for this. These are all brand-name products. You're just jealous of me. That's why you threw all my things into the toilet."

She threw everything from my bathroom onto the floor.

Finally, she stomped on them a few times.

She coldly said she'd teach me a lesson.

I sat on the toilet floor that looked like a paint palette, feeling my burning forehead, and called the agency to complain.

I said, "Yes, terminate the contract. Let her leave now."

The sound of our two arguing finally woke up my husband.

He frowned and asked what I was making a fuss about again.

Chloe's voice dropped, saying that I was jealous of her using good cosmetics, so I threw everything into the toilet.

She suspected that I had developed postpartum depression.

The irritated Declan grabbed my hair and dragged me to the bathroom, shoving my face against the mirror. He told me to look at how crazy I looked now.

He said I was just jealous that she earned more money.

Chloe stood behind him, looking smug.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Chloe went to open the door.

She probably thought it was her daily gossip buddy, my mother-in-law.

She stuttered, "Supervisor?

"Why are you here?"