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"Chloe, forget I have a law degree? I specialized in divorce cases."
"As David's legal wife, I'll take what's mine."
"Oh, and I could sue you for home-wrecking — ruin you properly."
"By the way, I'm pregnant. Your plan failed."
Silence. Then she spat,
"You think a baby matters? He doesn't love you."
"Think I chased him? Your darling husband hired me himself."
My heart twisted. So it was true.
I steadied my voice.
"That's past. Now I'll focus on my baby and marriage."
"Can you wish my child well, sis? Just one blessing."
As expected, she snapped, "That brat doesn't deserve to live."
She hung up. I stopped the recording I'd started.
...
At an auction, David was distracted, losing bids.
He checked his phone. There had been no reply from me in hours.
Someone greeted him and Chloe: "Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Johnson."
Others corrected: "That's his secretary, not his wife."
"Oops, my mistake..."
Chloe simpered, "It's okay. David's used to it."
She linked arms with him, pressing close.
David glanced at her, wishing it were me.
But I always kept my distance, physically and emotionally.
Annoyed, he warned, "Know your place, Chloe."
She stiffened, humiliated.
Furious, she vowed revenge.
...
At the hospital, my doctor advised,
"If you won't stay, come back if you have pain."
Having expressed my gratitude, I swallowed the pill.
Then I returned to my father's house, which brought back vile memories.
Linda's (Chloe's mother) sharp voice cut through.
"Well, look who's here. The mighty Mrs. Johnson. What brings you?"
I smirked. "Just here for what's mine."
Before she reacted, I smashed her pink Porsche with a wrench.
Glass shattered, metal dented, alarms blaring.
