Falling Into the Hands of the Devil Nanny, I Take Revenge Beautifully

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.