My Husband's Lover Ruined My Son's One-Month Celebration

Tables and chairs were overturned and guests were running around.

My assistant Kevin had just managed to recover and stand up. He was now holding Tommy tightly in his arms.

The security passage was also blocked by bodyguards and no one could get out.

Seeing this, Eva smiled grimly and walked towards Tommy in her high heels.

She even said to the camera, "Do you want to see what that bastard looks like? I'll show you that orphan who was born into the wrong family! It's all because he has a mentally ill mother!"

Hearing this, I hurriedly got up and rushed towards her regardless of the wound on my upper arm.

The bodyguard next to me quickly stopped me and pushed me to the ground.

As I struggled, my dress became a mess, with only the clips on my chest still firmly attached to my skin.

I yelled at him angrily, "Get off! I'll make you pay with your lives if my son loses even a hair!"

"Who can help me? Call the police!"

Upon hearing this, the guests stood further away, fearing that they would be photographed.

Many of them were partners of my company.

They once begged me to sign the contract, but now they wouldn't even call the police for me.

A feeling of despair gradually welled up in my heart, and I couldn't breathe because of the dress.

My roar attracted Eva's attention, and she walked up to me with the camera in hand.

"It's a waste for this dress to be worn by you!"

After she finished speaking, she pointed the camera at me, bent down, grabbed the hem of her skirt and tore it hard.

"How can a mistress like you dress so well? You don't deserve it!"

There was a sound of cloth tearing, and I rolled on the ground with her.

My thighs suddenly pressed against the ground, and the cold touch stimulated my nerves.

My body rolled over the broken porcelain pieces, leaving streaks of blood.

Seeing that my dress was about to be torn by her to my thighs, I quickly stood up and held on my dress tightly.

But at this moment she turned around and yelled, "What are you looking at? Come and help!"

"If you dare to harass my man, I will make you regret coming into this world!"

After saying that, she shouted to the other side, "Go and bring that bastard over here! I'm going to expose their true sides on the Internet!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and saw that I was still holding my skirt tightly.

With an angry look, she picked up a fallen wooden chair and smashed it towards my arm with all her strength.

I saw her movement, and I quickly turned my head to take the blow with my back.

I fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. The porcelain pieces on the ground cut me from my wrist to my elbow along with my movements.

The wound was so deep that my bone was visible.

But I didn't care about the pain, I just wanted to stop those people from snatching Tommy.

Kevin was wrestling with the bodyguard at this moment, but he could not be compared with the professional bodyguard.

Another bodyguard came to help.

Kevin's grip gradually loosened.

He watched helplessly as the crying child in his arms was snatched away by the bodyguard.

I yelled at them until I lost my voice.

"Let my son go! I'll give you money! I'll give it to you no matter how much money you want!"

"Don't touch my son! Kevin, call the police!"

Hearing my cries, Kevin took out his cell phone with his last strength and called the police.

Tommy was handed over to Eva by the bodyguard.

At this moment, I was crying so much that I was almost in shock due to lack of oxygen.

I was extremely anxious and tears welled up in my eyes.

I crawled towards her.

I stretched out my bloody hand and grabbed her ankle.

"Please, please don't hurt my son..."

I never imagined that Tommy's birthday banquet would soon become his funeral.

She just glanced down at me with disdain.

She broke free from me with a little force, and then she kicked me in the face with the high heel, leaving a black mark on my face in an instant.

She kicked me so hard that the stiletto heel almost stuck into my throat.

She quickly withdrew and rubbed her heels on the ground in disgust.

When she turned around, she saw the necklace on Tommy's neck.

The next second, the camera was focused on Tommy's face.

"Look, this necklace was paid for by my husband!

"Is this bastard worthy of wearing something like this? It's probably fake! All the money went into this woman's pocket!"

After saying that, she dug her nails into the necklace and then pulled it hard.

She lost her grip, and the necklace almost flew out.

Realizing that it was real, she threw Tommy away and held the necklace in her hands to take a closer look.

I crawled on the ground with my heart beating fast.

I reached out and caught Tommy who was falling vertically.

The moment I saw Tommy, I had a mental breakdown and burst into tears.

I hurriedly hugged him in my arms, and the blood on my hands stained the blanket wrapped around him red.

When Eva saw the label on the necklace, she was so angry that she picked up the bag in her hand and threw it at me.

I pressed Tommy under me, gritted my teeth and used my back to bear her anger.

My internal organs hurt until I became numb and lost my senses.

"How dare you buy such an expensive thing for this bastard? You bitch! Are you crazy?

"How dare you buy things with my husband's money?

"I have to vent my anger by tearing your face apart!

"If I hadn't come here today, I wouldn't have known that you bought such an expensive necklace!"

At this time, a group of police rushed in from outside and took control of the bodyguards who were causing trouble.

Eva looked extremely angry.

She roared angrily, "Catch this bitch! She used her mental illness to extort nearly 10 million dollars from my husband! Why are you arresting my bodyguard?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the police rushed over and clamped her.

The phone that was broadcasting live fell to the ground.

I didn't have the strength to speak anymore, and could only utter weakly, "Send my son to the hospital..."

Kevin caught up with the stretcher.

I told him with my lips moving, "Divorce..."