Chapter 8

"What explanation do you want? You have no shame, but we do. You mess around outside and create some kind of monster, and you have the nerve to go to the hospital for an explanation? You're not going anywhere, or I'll break your legs!"

Missy said, lunging at me again.

In a short time, I had seen Missy's ugliness.

Now that my body had recovered and I had experience being beaten, I dodged Missy's swinging fist as she raged at me.

At the same time, I extended my leg and tripped her.

"Ouch!"

Missy didn't expect my move and fell to the ground with a thud.

She sat on the floor, slapping the ground and wailing, "Shameless bitch, everyone come and see, the younger generation is hitting the elder, it's too much.

A bitch with no upbringing, having a monster with her lover, and she dares to blame Lawrence and me. The Phillips family is truly unfortunate."

"Mom, where are you hurt?"

In front of Lawrence, I had always been gentle; he had never seen me hit anyone, let alone Missy.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately ran to Missy, concerned.

Seeing Lawrence's concern, Missy felt she had someone on her side and immediately grabbed him, crying, "Lawrence, you have to stand up for me. Melinda, that bitch, dared to hit me. Boohoo, my foot hurts, my butt hurts. She's a cheating bitch, you have to teach her a lesson!"

Lawrence's eyes turned red with anger, and he slapped me, "Melinda, you've gone too far. How dare you hit my mom!"

I was stunned by his slap, "You hit me? As a man, you hit a woman? This is domestic violence!"

I snapped back, glaring at him fiercely.

My eyes reddened, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.

Lawrence, who once treated me like a treasure, my supposed true love, hit me!

Even if he favored Missy, even if he cheated, I never thought he would hit a woman, let alone me.

Lawrence's eyes were deep and cold, without a trace of guilt, "So what if I hit you? Melinda, you deserved it. My mom is right, you gave birth to a deformed child. If it wasn't from messing around with a lover, what was it?"

Missy's tantrums, Lawrence's infidelity, the child's death.

All the suppressed emotions exploded when Lawrence accused me of cheating.

But how could he falsely accuse me like this?

My first time was with him, and I got pregnant shortly after.

Where would I find a lover?

I was so angry my shoulders shook. I suddenly rushed into the room, opened the wardrobe where I kept my red nightgown, and threw all the clothes at Lawrence.

"Lawrence, stop slandering me. Do I need to remind you? Where's the red nightgown, the wedding anniversary gift you gave me? Don't tell me you threw it away!"

Cursing wasn't enough to vent my emotions.

I couldn't help but slap Lawrence.

I used all my strength, and his face turned to the side from the impact.

He stood there, clothes I had thrown at him hanging crookedly, looking nothing like his usual gentle self.

It was comical.

Just like our ridiculous marriage.

"The one who really cheated is you. You messed around with other women and even gave my worn dress to your mistress. You're disgusting!"

"And on our wedding night, it was my first time. I found out I was pregnant shortly after. I've been pure from start to finish. The truly dirty one is you, Lawrence!" I declared his crimes.

But Lawrence, exposed by me, showed no remorse or guilt. His eyes were cold and venomous, "How did you know? Did you have someone follow me?"

"So, am I not telling the truth?"

I sneered in response.

The first few times I received videos of his infidelity, I loved him so much that I held onto hope and didn't expose him immediately.

I had imagined that when I threw the evidence of his cheating in his face, he would either cry and beg for forgiveness or swear never to do it again, pleading for my pardon.

I never expected his current reaction.

I had overestimated his character.

I suddenly remembered when I brought Lawrence home to meet my parents.

My father had specifically warned me, "Melinda, you have to look at a person's heart. Do you really know Lawrence?"

How did I respond back then?

I said, "Dad, don't worry. I felt his sincerity, that's why I fell for him."

Several times after that, I saw my parents wanting to say something but holding back.

But at that time, I was already lost in love, my head clouded by it, not realizing my parents had already seen through Lawrence.

Maybe they thought, with them around, I had a backup. Even if I suffered in the future, they would protect me.

But the accident took them away.

If my parents could see me now from heaven, they would surely be heartbroken.

"Bitch, what right do you have to question Lawrence? I don't believe you didn't mess around outside. You dress up so beautifully when you go out, isn't it to seduce men? That monster bastard is the proof."

"And you were pregnant, couldn't satisfy Lawrence, and couldn't stop him from finding other women. Lawrence is young and vigorous; isn't it normal for him to find women outside? You bitch, you're not even worth a finger of others.

Lawrence marrying you is your luck. You don't know how to be grateful. No wonder you caused your parents' deaths. They deserved to die early!"

Missy, having had enough of her act, got up and pointed at my nose, cursing.

Clearly, she was also a woman.

Cursing me wasn't enough; she even dared to insult my parents.

"Slap! How dare you curse my parents? You bitch."

With red eyes, I charged at Missy, slapping her and pulling her hair, cursing and hitting her.

"Ah! Melinda, you're still hitting me. So what if I curse your parents? It's because of those two short-lived people that you turned out to be a shameless bitch. Ouch, it hurts so much, Lawrence..."

Missy, caught off guard, lost the upper hand.

This time, I was filled with hatred: I wanted to bite Missy's flesh, drink her blood.

I was like a lone wolf in danger, only knowing how to fight.

Missy, beaten by me, howled and immediately called for Lawrence.

Lawrence quickly joined the fray.

He was a man, with a height and strength advantage, and Missy was there to restrain me.

He just pulled hard and threw me aside.

"Thud!"

I fell to the ground, my arm and forehead scraping against the nearby coffee table, immediately drawing blood.

My head was dizzy from the fall, and before I could react, Missy had grabbed me and thrown me out the door.