The Mistress Invades: I Make a Desperate Counterattack!

I never expected that after my mother-in-law found out that I could no longer conceive, she actually allowed my husband's mistress to move into our house.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Watson, you have had too many miscarriages, which has caused your uterine wall to become weak, so you're unable to conceive again."

The doctor's conclusion was like a "death sentence" to me.

After seeing the diagnosis report, my mother-in-law threw it in my face and said, "Jasmine Watson, you can't even protect your child. What use do you have for the Jones family? If I were you, I would kill myself!"

After scolding me, my mother-in-law Judy started ranting and raving, saying all sorts of unbearable things, like how I, Jasmine, had no conscience and was a jinx to the Jones family, and that I wanted to end the family line of the Jones family. She didn't care at all that we were in a hospital.

I was 35 years old this year, which was considered advanced maternal age for having children.

But I deeply loved my husband and wanted a child of our own. However, due to improper care during my first pregnancy and improper recovery during the postpartum period, I had two miscarriages.

Half a year ago, I finally received good news: I was pregnant with my third child.

But just a week ago, I had a miscarriage again.

As a woman, I felt so sad not being able to have children.

The dull and calm days suddenly changed when Judy brought a girl home.

Her name was Monica Richardson, and Judy found her in the countryside. She was pure and lovely, with a full figure. In Judy's eyes, she was good for childbearing.

At first, I thought Monica would just stay at our house for a while, but I didn't expect her to spend the night there.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a noise and found that Andrew Jones was not sleeping beside me. So I got up and went to the living room to find him.

As soon as I went out, Judy immediately blocked my way and stared at me, saying, "Jasmine, why are you not sleeping in your room? What are you doing outside? Go back!"

Judy was a typical unreasonable person, but I had tolerated her many times because of Andrew. This time, I tried to tolerate her too, but the extremely fishy sounds coming from Monica's room made it hard for me to ignore.

"Mom, didn't you hear it? Monica..."

I felt too embarrassed to even mention the thing that Monica was doing. She was just a guest in my house, yet she dared to make out with a man in her room.

Her shameless and seductive voice made me feel as if she were having sex with a king.

Unexpectedly, Judy shouted, "Jasmine, go back as you're told. If you dare to stop Monica from giving birth to my precious grandson, I will fight you!"

When I heard that, my face changed instantly. "Are you saying that Monica would give birth to a grandson for you, Mom? What do you mean by that?"

Actually, I understood what Judy meant. Wasn't she saying that the person who was having sex with Monica was Andrew?

But he was my husband. How could he...

My eyes turned red. Unable to bear the stimulation of their voices any longer, I forcefully pulled Judy's hand away and rushed to their door. I knocked on the door forcibly and shouted, "Andrew, Monica, open the door..."

But no matter how hard I knocked, smashed, or kicked the door, it remained motionless. Instead, Monica's coquettish voice became more arrogant. She shouted inside, "Andrew, I want to have a baby for you. I want to marry you."