My Husband's Mistress Beat Me Into Miscarriage

"Bitch, open the door! Now!

"I know you're inside! Open it!

"You cunt! Give me Mick back! He's bewitched by you!

"I know you're fucking in there! Come out if you dare!"

There was a banging sound outside the door, and I could even hear the sound of a hammer hitting the door.

The walls were trembling. Clearly, the person outside was insane.

I hesitated for a second and was about to call 911.

Soon, the sound of a chainsaw came from behind the door, and with a crisp sound, the lock was cut open.

"Hello. This is the East District Police Center..."

I was about to say that someone had broken into my house, but my voice was drowned out by the sound of the door crashing open.

A seductive woman with light blue hair walked up to my sofa, snatched my phone, and threw it hard on the floor.

My phone shattered.

It was Page.

She was the woman in the videos. Her enchanting eyes were even more beautiful than in the video, but her gaze carried an obvious killing intent.

A crisp sound rang out.

She raised her hand and slapped my face hard.

Behind her were several men, all with mocking eyes, ready to watch a great show.

"Bitch, you've been hiding well!" Page said through gritted teeth.

I was also angry and was about to stand up and fight back, but the baby in my belly kicked me, causing my knees to bend unconsciously, and I had to continue sitting on the sofa.

I groaned, catching Page's attention on my bulging belly.

She raised one of her eyebrows slightly and raised her hand to slap me again, but I immediately grabbed her wrist and warned her seriously, "This is trespassing and illegal."

Page glanced at the men next to her.

They understood and quickly pounced on me, pinning me tightly to the sofa.

"Are you crazy?" I shouted, but all I heard was their laughter.

This time, Page didn't slap me. Instead, she gently touched my belly with her fingers, her eyes becoming extremely sinister. "You slut. It turns out you lured Mick away with that bastard you're carrying.

"No wonder he has been avoiding me for over a year."

I begged as she raised her fist to hit me in the stomach, "Page, please listen to me..."

I am legally married to Mick, and now that I am pregnant, how dare you, his mistress, come knocking on my door and beating me?

A dull sound rang out.

Page was like a mad cow. She started punching me in the stomach like crazy without giving me a chance to speak at all.

I screamed. My head was spinning, and my whole body was trembling. Meanwhile, my baby struggled desperately.

"No!" I cried out miserably again.

But my cries made Page become even more fierce and ruthless. The fucking phony! She widened her eyes and smiled wickedly.

The more I suffered, the happier she became.

She punched my stomach again.

I heard something. My water seemed to have broken.

The whole sofa became wet. I felt like my head was about to explode, and I was sweating all over. No matter how I begged, Page was like a twisted lunatic. She shouted at me, "Whore! You whore!

"You deserve it! You totally deserve it!

"You want to tie Mick to your side with your baby? Dream on!

"If I can't have Mick, you won't either."

One of the men who pinned me to the sofa stared at my pants and sneered, "Page, she peed."

Men had no idea what amniotic fluid was.