Eight Months Pregnant: Living as the Police Chief's Secret

Hearing the genuine indignation in my voice, the high-ranking officials began doubting themselves.

"Hold on… That woman's not actually the legitimate wife, is she? That would make Chelsea the homewrecker… No wonder they hid the news of their wedding!"

"Just check out the way Harvey looks at her—he looks guilty! Maybe the baby is actually his…"

The chatter in the living room grew louder, making Harvey's already guilty face flush shades of red.

As I felt the baby's heartbeat growing faint in my belly, I knew I couldn't afford to argue with them anymore. All I wanted was to get out of there quickly.

"Look at me, Harvey! All you have to do right now is give me Skyler and send me to the hospital. As long as the baby's fine, I promise you I won't hold it against you. We'll file for divorce—amicably."

As soon as I said that, Marilyn smashed a wineglass on my head. The glass shards tore into my cheek.

"Shut your mouth!" she screamed. "Why would anyone listen to a psychotic witch? Get this straight—Chelsea is my only legitimate daughter-in-law, recognized by law!"

With that, she rummaged through Chelsea's bag, pulled out a brand-new marriage certificate, and proudly showed it around. Then, she let out a sneer and smacked the certificate in my face.

The whole room gasped, then quickly turned against me, calling me a crazy woman.

When I finally stared at the marriage certificate, bearing not my name but Chelsea's alongside Harvey's, my head spun, a buzz filling my ears.

I couldn't help but laugh.

At last, I understood why he was always worried and refused to let me move back into the villa all these years. It turned out I had been the mistress this whole time.

It appeared Chelsea had pursued Harvey and won him over way before I did—before I became the fool.

My laughter grew louder with each breath. My body jerked violently as I forced myself to spit out some blood from the bruising. The crimson pool beneath me only became more unbearable to look at.

Harvey visibly shuddered. He pushed Chelsea away and reached out to touch my belly. "S-Sadie… I didn't…"

Seeing that he was on the verge of wavering, Chelsea knew she had to do something. Her gaze turned vicious as she pointed at the pool of blood.

"Sadie, the color of your blood looks weird. You didn't actually use a fake blood bag to try and get back at Harvey, did you?"

She choked out with the perfect amount of feigned pity, "Please stop, Sadie. Think about your baby…"

Then, with the child in her arms, she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I bet you didn't know—I was the one who gave birth to Skyler. I only swapped him with your baby so you could raise him for a few months. As for your actual son… Well…"

She trailed off with an evil smile.

A ringing filled my ears, and my whole body froze as I stared at the baby in her arms. He was Chelsea's son? Then, what about my son?

As I snapped back to reality, I went wild and lunged toward her, clawing at her. "What did you do to my son, you witch? Give me back my Skyler! Give me back my baby!"

With feigned terror, Chelsea yelled out for help, "Harvey, she's trying to kill me!"

Still, she couldn't hide the scheming glint in her eyes.

"What the heck is wrong with you, Sadie?" Harvey's expression shifted from guilt to hatred. He pried Chelsea away from me and kicked me in the stomach, causing me to collapse against the wall.

A stabbing pain shot through my lower body, making more blood gush out than before. It felt as if a pair of hands were gripping every nerve cell inside me and my gut were being torn apart.

What hurt even more was that amid the crimson mess, I heard Harvey saying the vilest words with the most twisted look on his face.

"You hurt Chelsea and left me with no choice. Guys, rip off her clothes! I want to see just how many blood bags she's hidden underneath!"

I coughed violently, my mouth stained with blood as I shouted in anger, "You wouldn't dare, Harvey!"

"Watch me!"

As soon as he said that, his subordinates jumped in and forcefully tore away at my clothes.

"You shameless witch. You had this coming after crashing the party and harassing Chelsea!"

I could feel many hands wandering across my body.

"Get away from me!"

Pain, shame, humiliation, and despair enveloped me like never before. I screamed, my voice hoarse, "I'm the daughter of Zephyr Walker! He's the commissioner of the National Security Agency!"

Yet, the crowd merely broke into a wave of laughter.

Nancy scoffed. "Do you take us for fools? Everyone here knows Commissioner Walker only has a son. Since when did he have a daughter?"

"Stupidity is a disease. Just hand over all the blood bags! Did you think we were actually interested in your body?"

A few other officers chimed in with visible disdain.

"I didn't know mentally ill people could lie so well."

"If you're Commissioner Walker's daughter, then I'm the king of the world!"

The baby's heartbeat became increasingly faint in my belly. I struggled with all my might and yelled, "You scumbags! I really am—"

Harvey covered my mouth the next second. He peered down at me, his eyes full of warning. "No, you're not. Commissioner Walker would never have a deranged daughter like you.

Considering you're still yelling and all, I guess you're actually fine. Okay, hurry up! Get those blood bags out and lock her up in the basement! That should teach her a lesson!"

The others sneered lecherously.

My thin summer shirt was ripped open with a sharp tear, exposing my skin. I gritted my teeth, clutching the last piece of cloth covering me. However, their large hands still crawled all over my body.

My heart sank straight into an abyss.

As the last glimmer of hope seemed to die out, a cold, commanding voice rang out firmly, "Stop what you're doing! Don't even think about laying another finger on my daughter!"