Real and Fake Fiancée

The women stormed towards me, blocking my way at the front door.

"Bitch, you feel guilty and want to run now?

Seeing the hatred and madness in their eyes, I couldn't help but frown.

"I'm not a mistress, why should I feel guilty?"

"You bitch, how dare you deny it? You were quite arrogant when you threatened Lucy's husband."

I immediately shook my head.

"You've got it all wrong, I'm not—"

Lucy Lawrence, the pregnant woman, slapped me across the face, supported by another girl.

"A mistress wants to gain status by relying on her son? And you want to split my son's property? You are dreaming!"

Another woman snatched the pregnancy test form from my hand, glanced at it, and sneered at me.

"You're the one we're looking for, Lisa Foster. Who are you planning to run to for help?"

"Let me tell you, with us here, you won't escape today!"

"You think the law allows illegitimate children to inherit, so we can't do anything about it?

"Today, we will reveal your true color to everyone and you will never be able to hook up someone's husband!"

"I bet you'll take this lesson in mind for the rest of your life!"

I swallowed the blood in my mouth, my voice cold and firm.

"Apologize to me, and I won't pursue your responsibility."

Lucy's eyes widened, her finger trembling with rage as she pointed at me.

"See? Ladies, this bitch is still arrogant, how dare she demand an apology from me!

"Do you think this is a romance novel and expect a knight in shining armor to save you? Where do you get the confidence to be so arrogant?"

They quickly snatched my bag and pushed me into the house like crazy.

Seeing the situation, I backed away, as I was pregnant and fragile.

"Too late to run now, bitch!"

"Shut the door and teach her a lesson!"

With a loud shout, the door was slammed shut.

"You're trespassing! Apologize and leave now, or I will call the police!"

Lucy stood with her hands on her hips and was furious.

"You are really stubborn! I have never seen a mistress as arrogant as you!"

"I told you, I'm not the mistress you're looking for!"

Lucy pulled out her phone, and someone immediately yanked my hair, forcing my face towards Lucy's screen.

"You just won't give up, will you? Seducing my husband and demanding his estate, and you try to deny it?"

As they grabbed my hair, I struggled to break free, but two women kicked me to the ground, forcing me to kneel.

Tears of pain welled up, but I could still make out the bank transfer records and prenatal checkup slip on Lucy's phone.

I had only sent that slip to my husband, Hugh Jackson!

Yesterday morning, after feeling nauseous, I went to the hospital and found out I was pregnant. I immediately shared the good news with him.

As for the transfer records, that was my investment return from Hugh's company.

What's the problem for me to take back my money?

At that moment, it became clear—Hugh wasn't as indifferent as I thought. He had been using my money to please Lucy!

And with her heavily pregnant, she must be at least seven months along!

"Bitch, why so silent? The truth makes you feel guilty, doesn't it??"

Seeing me silent, the woman holding me down tightened her grip.

"Answer, bitch!"

"I told you, I'm not the other woman! My marriage certificate is in my bag. You should find out who the real wife is!"

One of the women pulled out my marriage certificate from my bag.

"She really has a marriage certificate. Did we make a mistake?"

The support group hesitated for a moment.