I Gave Up My Husband to His Rich First Love and Earned Thirty Million

I finally got rid of them.

However, when I returned home, I was furious.

James's younger brother, Jared, was playing games in the living room with the volume turned up to the maximum, cursing without even looking up when I entered.

"Why are you back so late? I'm starving. There's a new pizza place on West Street that's really popular. Go line up and get me some."

James's younger sister, Maeve emerged from my bedroom, carrying my bag and cosmetics.

"Charlotte, please lend me this bag.

"You can't use cosmetics while pregnant. It's wasteful not to use these opened ones, so I'll take care of them for you."

David and Hanah came out of the bedroom, disdain evident on their faces.

"Why are you coming home late? We're starving. Go make dinner."

Since moving in, they belittled me daily, forcing me to work like a servant because I was unmarried and pregnant.

"What good girl rushes into a man's bed before marriage?"

"Only our James would marry someone as indiscreet as you. In our family, women like you belong in a pigsty."

"What a disgraceful wedding with a big belly; thank goodness we didn't attend!"

Today was supposed to be my wedding to James, but his family thought I was unworthy, and none of them came.

Brian forced me to get married, but at the same time, he used his busy schedule as an excuse to skip my wedding.

My wedding with James was a joke from the beginning.

I picked up a cup from the table and smashed it on the floor.

With thirty million dollars in assets, I refused to be oppressed any longer.

"Get out, all of you."

My roar froze them momentarily.

Hanah reacted first, charging at me.

"Bitch, is this how you talk to us? I'll teach you a lesson today.

"Don't think you can act tough just because you're pregnant. You don't even know whose child it is.

"Who gave you the nerve to speak to me like that? I'll beat you to death!"

She grabbed my hair, and her slaps rained down on me.

"If it weren't for James wanting to marry you, you wouldn't have made it into the Thompson family.

"My son is a potential share. It would be a waste for him to marry you."

I was no longer the weak woman at their mercy. I grabbed the broken glass from the floor and slashed at her.

Her arm was scratched and she screamed in pain.

My behavior stirred the others, who rushed at me, punching and kicking.

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, blood flowing between my legs.

Finally, they panicked and scattered to their rooms, no longer caring if I lived or died.

I lay on the ground, enduring the pain, but a cold smile crept onto my face.

I thought, "Heh, a bunch of fools. None of you will escape this time!"