The Mistress Invades: I Make a Desperate Counterattack!

Judy doted on Monica, and my husband Andrew spoiled her too, wishing to give her anything he had.

Such a scene was ironic to me. I couldn't stay for a minute, so I went into my room and slammed the door shut.

I couldn't sleep that night.

In my dream, my children came to me. They blamed me for I, as their mother, couldn't protect them.

When I woke up, I was covered in sweat.

By that time, it was already bright outside. I glanced at the time, and it was almost 10 a.m.

I was already late. Fortunately, I called my supervisor and said I needed sick leave. As for whether there would be any further criticism or deduction of salary, it didn't matter to me anymore.

I walked out of my room. No one was in the living room, but I could hear Monica's voice coming from the balcony. It sounded like she was talking on the phone.

I was not a gossip, but Monica's voice was really loud, so I had to listen even if I didn't want to.

I heard her say, "Dad, can you stop asking me for money all the time? I haven't even settled down yet. Where can I get money for you?

"Yeah, that bitch keeps dragging on and refuses to divorce. I don't know what she's thinking. If she doesn't divorce, I can't marry Andrew openly. How can I get to touch the money at home?"

Listening to what Monica said to her dad, I couldn't help but find it funny.

The house was given to me by my parents, and if it weren't for me, the family's expenses would be in trouble. Even if Monica could succeed in marrying Andrew, they had no money for her to squander.

However, I let her be.

I turned on my phone to read the news.

As I was reading, Monica suddenly walked in angrily and shouted at me, "Jasmine, what do you mean? You knew I was on the phone, but you still turned up the volume so loud. Are you doing it on purpose?"

I lazily glanced at her and said, "Monica, I hope you can put yourself in the right place. This house belongs to me."

"Hehe… Is it still not clear to you, Jasmine? The baby in my belly is the grandson of the Jones family. And you, someone who can't even get pregnant, dare to say that you are the mistress of the house? Are you crazy?"

I couldn't believe that when I first saw Monica, I thought she was innocent and lovely, like a next-door sister. When she spoke, she was just as annoying as Judy.

She was pregnant and could receive the love of Judy, but that worked only for Andrew and Judy. Her baby meant nothing to me.

I said, "Have you heard that saying? If I don't divorce him, you will always be the other woman!"

"Jasmine, say it again and see if I'll tear your mouth apart!"

I'd love to!

"I said you are a home-wrecker. Did I say anything wrong?"

I remained calm, while Monica rushed at me like a madwoman, tearing at my clothes and shouting, "Jasmine, how dare you call me a home-wrecker? I'll kill you."

Monica slapped me.

How could I let her have her way? I immediately blocked her hand and pushed her away with force.

"Ahhhh!"

Monica shouted a few times and struggled to pounce on me.

Just at that moment, Judy came back.

When Monica saw Judy, she sat on the ground and started crying and shouting, "Jasmine, you wicked woman. My belly, ah, it hurts so much. My belly hurts so much..."