My Daughter-in-law Treated Me as a Mistress

Chelsea brought a van over and, without a word, had me shoved into it, threatening to go to my house and "have a proper talk" about this matter.

I thought Chelsea had calmed down, and I felt somewhat relieved, so I didn't struggle anymore.

I thought going home was good; once she saw everything there, she would naturally realize she had mistaken me for someone else.

When that happened, if she apologized, I wouldn't hold it against her.

But as it turned out, I was still too naive.

"It seems my husband really loves you! He even bought you such a big villa!"

I could hear the murderous intent in Chelsea's voice.

Her fierce eyes were on me, as if she wanted to carve me open.

I opened the door and invited her in, saying coldly, "This property is under my name. I bought it myself."

Not only did I buy the house, but everything Philip has is also because of me!

If it weren't for my hard work over the years, how could Philip, at his age, have become the CEO managing three companies?

But Chelsea didn't believe me; she slapped me again and, without thinking, pushed me to the ground!

"Do you think I'd believe you? Did you sell yourself to get this house? How many times did you sleep with my husband for him to give you this house?"

"An old woman's tricks are indeed superior! They're beyond us young people's grasp! Still playing these games at your age, do your parents know?"

"Did you really think I came back here with you to resolve things peacefully? Everything in this house was given by my husband, and now I'm here to take it all back!"

With that, Chelsea started live streaming again, her eyes filled with a fire ready to ignite at any moment.

"Ladies, smash it all!"

"Everyone, send some gifts in the chat, and I'll show you a first-person view of beating up a mistress and smashing a villa! All these luxury items were bought by my husband! It's a pity he bought them for the wrong person, but I don't feel a bit bad about destroying them!"

As she spoke, I heard the sound of vases shattering and picture frames being broken.

I turned around to see Chelsea's friends scattered throughout the living room.

"What are you doing?"

Many antique items, jewelry, and accessories were smashed all over the floor!

Expensive calligraphy and paintings were torn down, and Chelsea, not yet satisfied, even opened a bottle of red wine and poured it over the paintings, completely ruining them!

One of her friends found a blue folder, opened it, and saw the contents: 28 weeks pregnant, Yvette.

Chelsea, enraged, clenched her fists and approached me.

"Are you really pregnant? Is it my husband's child!?"

"I told you, Philip is my son! I have a husband! This is my husband's child! Chelsea, don't go too far!"

I glared at her, trying to push myself up from the floor, but Chelsea pushed me back down.

She placed one hand on my pregnant belly, pressing harder with every word! The pain twisted my face instantly!

"Your husband? Hmph, then why don't I see him around in this villa? But I do see a lot of pictures of you and Philip together! So intimate—did you not think about me at all?"

My husband had passed away in an accident three months ago.

Philip and the baby inside me are all he left me.

Now, questioned by Chelsea, I could only grit my teeth and try to explain.

"Calm down, I..."

"Slap!"

Before I could finish, another slap landed on my face, so hard that it split my lip.

I was in too much pain to speak, but Chelsea cruelly grabbed my face, pressing down on my stomach without any regard for my life.

Her words at that moment were like the whispers of a demon.

"I'll make you understand the price of being a mistress. This child, you can forget about keeping it."