The Mistress Invades: I Make a Desperate Counterattack!

Judy continued, "Exactly! My son pays the mortgage every month, so why doesn't he have a share?"

I didn't expect that they could be so shameless.

At first, my parents didn't agree to my marriage with Andrew. They said Andrew didn't look like a good man, and he might not appreciate it even if I gave my heart and soul to him.

But I was deeply trapped in Andrew's tenderness towards me. In order to be with him, I even had a falling out with my parents.

I married Andrew without a wedding and without my parents' blessings.

If I hadn't gotten pregnant later, my parents wouldn't have given up. Seeing that I was living a difficult life, they used all their savings to help us pay the down payment.

I had already lost my marriage and dignity. I must hold onto the house no matter what.

But I knew the marriage law. Even if Andrew and I took our divorce to court, the final judgment could very well be a 50-50 split of the house.

No, I absolutely cannot allow this to happen.

Since that was the case, I could only endure it at the moment.

I wouldn't bring up the topic of divorce again unless I could guarantee keeping the house.

I didn't mention it again, and Judy and Andrew also kept silent. They were not tolerant. They just wanted me to go to City Hall to sign the divorce papers when I couldn't bear it anymore.

I wouldn't do as they wished.

As for Monica, although she and Andrew had sex every night, and Judy and Andrew took good care of her, she was still the other woman.

But Monica was not to be trifled with. Although she came from a rural area, she had princess syndrome. She didn't do anything at home and even acted like a hostess.

Of course, I wouldn't let her have her way, but Judy treated her like a treasure.

Since I found out about their true colors, I hadn't given them any money for household expenses. They could get by for a month or two, but as time went on, they started to struggle financially.

I saw with my own eyes that Monica was lying on the sofa on her phone. She didn't dare to buy anything expensive. Every time she asked Andrew for something, she never got what she wanted in the end.

One evening, I came home late after work and had dinner outside. When I got home, I saw the three of them sitting at the dining table eating.

The meal was quite sumptuous. Several rare meat dishes were seen on the table, and there was even a beef broth.

I didn't plan to pay attention to them, but unexpectedly, Judy saw me and started to be sarcastic. "Oh, you came back empty-handed again. I didn't cook for you. You have to cook your meal yourself."

I pinched my fingers and endured it, not wanting to argue with her.

Monica said, "Mom, just ignore her. The dishes will get cold soon."

"Oh, my Monica is so considerate. She is much better than someone who can't conceive. Why doesn't the woman die by hitting a wall?"

Judy's words were offensive. She said those things to provoke me, trying to get me to divorce Andrew.

Monica called me and smiled sweetly. "Jasmine, why don't you come and eat with us? We have something to celebrate at home today."

"Monica, why did you tell her? It's inauspicious!"

"Mom, it's okay. If Jasmine knows I'm pregnant, she'll be happy for me."

I looked at Monica, who was smiling happily, and listened to what she said. Although I hated her, I inexplicably felt a sense of envy.

She could give birth and raise children, but I lost everything because I couldn't get pregnant.