The Mistress Invades: I Make a Desperate Counterattack!

I went crazy and brought a chair to smash the door. The sound was deafening, but the two people in the room never stopped their "fight".

And outside the room, the fight between me and Judy did not stop, either.

Judy had been longing for a grandson for so long. How could she allow me to interfere with Andrew and Monica? She came forward and started pulling me, shouting, "Jasmine, you are just a hen that can't lay eggs. Who do you think you are to stop me from having a grandson? If you disturb my son and Monica, believe me, I will make my son divorce you and kick you out of my family!"

"Mom, how could you do such a conscienceless thing?"

"I can do anything, even killing and setting fires, for the sake of my grandson!"

Judy and I stared at each other, both full of hostility.

I had always known that Judy was not to be trifled with, but I didn't expect her to be so fierce.

After more than ten minutes, the door finally opened, and the first person to come out was my husband, Andrew.

His bare upper body was covered with kiss marks, which showed how intense the "fight" was just now.

I was ready for Andrew to give me an explanation, but Judy had already approached him and cried out, "Son, look at Jasmine, that shrew. She scolded me and hit me. Look at my wound. Oh, it hurts so much."

While Judy was speaking, she pointed at her forehead.

During the pushing and shoving just now, Judy got pushed down by me and hit her forehead, leaving a red and swollen mark.

She was full of energy when she was pushing and shoving me, but now she was the one complaining first.

"Andrew, I..."

With a loud bang, Andrew slapped me. Before I could figure out what was going on, I had fallen to the ground, and my mind went blank.

When I came to my senses, I realized that Andrew had just slapped me.

He actually hit me?!

"Son, well done! That's how it should be. It's best to beat her to death. What's so proud about a woman who can't have children!"

I looked at Judy's smug face. Good, very good!

I clenched my fists and wanted to slap Andrew back as soon as I got up, but I was just a woman, shorter and weaker than him. Before I could reach him, he kicked me.

That pain felt like I was about to die the next second.

Andrew pointed at me and said through gritted teeth, "Jasmine, have you had enough?!"

Judy brought the mistress into the house, and my husband, disregarding my dignity as his wife, started fooling around with the mistress at home, and in the end, it became my fault.

My deep love for Andrew over the years had become a joke. Suddenly, my heart turned cold, and my love for him cooled too.

Especially, I didn't allow my dignity to be trampled on like that!

I took a deep breath and looked at Andrew firmly, saying, "Let's get a divorce."

Judy quickly interrupted. "Divorce? Okay, Andrew, quickly divorce Jasmine! After the divorce, let Monica become my daughter-in-law and give birth to a chubby grandson for me."

Andrew did not refute his mother's words, which meant he agreed.

I had no idea that the man who shared the same bed with me had long wanted to divorce me.

I said, "Since we've decided to divorce, you two get out of my house tonight! I feel disgusted with you staying here!"

Andrew said, "Ask me to get out? What gives you the right?"

"Your infidelity, and don't forget my parents put a down payment on the house."

Andrew said fiercely, "Jasmine, this house was bought after we got married. Even if we divorce, it should be split equally. What qualifications do you have to drive me and my mother away?"