Cindy caught the look in my eyes, worried that the whole mistress situation might stress me out and harm the baby.

She immediately stepped in front of me, blocking my way, and the force in her hand tightened even more.

In an instant, a thin red line appeared on Clarie’s neck.

Cindy sneered, “Little homewrecker, mistress? If you’re that desperate for a man, I’ll gladly help you out.”

As she spoke, she casually pulled out her phone.

Just then, a burst of laughter floated over—so familiar that I could tell exactly who it was with just a word or two.

It was my mother-in-law, Jim’s mother!

“Linda, I beg you,...