After Being Falsely Accused, I Took Revenge Fiercely!

After finding out I was pregnant, James and I got married in a hurry. The day I moved into the family mansion, he had to jet off for work.

He made sure the housekeeper would look after me. Barely in the door, I almost took a tumble, but George, my father-in-law, was quick to steady me. His concern for the baby was palpable.

Upstairs, watching from the window, Elizabeth, my mother-in-law, caught every detail of George helping me.

Once George left for his trip, Elizabeth came menacingly towards me.

She yanked my hair and hissed, "Think you can just waltz in here and take over? Over my dead body! Let's see who really runs this house!"

I tried to get a word in, but no dice, she kept on hitting and kicking me. She even rallied her high-society friends to take demeaning nudes of me, beating me till I miscarried.

"Talk now! Still think you can snatch men?"

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Getting pregnant was the catalyst for my shotgun wedding with James Lincoln.

James really loved me, but everything happened so fast we couldn't even tell his parents or plan a proper wedding.

In the days leading up to our return to the mansion, James stayed close by my side, always kissing my belly tenderly.

He was over the moon about the baby, insisting I stay out of the workforce to avoid stress.

Suddenly, I felt a kick. James's face lit up with joy.

"He's kicking me? Our baby just kicked!"

"That's right, James, the little one knows you're daddy."

James twirled me around, held me close, and showered me with kisses before he could bear to let go.

He mentioned that we'd head back to the family mansion soon to relax, and the air there was cleaner and better for the baby.

I smiled in agreement.

The day we returned to the mansion.

As we were almost home, James got a call.

It made his brow furrow. Something bad had happened.

After he hung up, he caressed my belly, looking torn about how to break the news.

"Honey, there's a snag at the branch overseas. I need to sort it out for a few days."

Concern crept into my gaze as I looked at him.

"Go, get it sorted. Work comes first."

"Yeah, I told Dad to keep his wife out of trouble while I'm gone. Don't worry about it."

I knew James had hard feelings about his dad and Elizabeth, his stepmom. She married his dad right after his mom died, barely a month later.

In his eyes, she was nothing but a homewrecker.

I stepped out of the car, my belly now showing signs of pregnancy.

The moment I got out, I was greeted by the sight of the old-fashioned mansion and George, who looked every bit the gentle patriarch.

Initially, George was against me, an average girl, marrying into their affluent family.

He even tried to pay me to leave James at one point.

I refused, and we had quite the showdown.

However, once I was pregnant, George's attitude took a sharp turn.

For him, the baby was my ticket into the high society.

Carefully, I walked with one hand on my waist, navigating the uneven cobblestone path.

It was a tricky walk, and sure enough, I almost lost my footing.

In a flash, George was by my side, steadying me.

"Watch your step, you're carrying my precious grandkid."

"Thank you."

I let go of his arm and settled on the couch.

George also received a call right then.

It seemed there was some trouble with financing at the company that needed his immediate attention.

"Mary, make yourself at home, eat and drink whatever you like. I have to take care of this but should be back tomorrow."

"Okay."

After he left, before I could even take in the room, I noticed a woman making a beeline for me from the stairs.

Her hair was curly and short, and she sported a flapper dress, with makeup laid on thick. Clearly, this was Elizabeth, James's stepmom.

I was about to say hello when she was already on her phone, speaking briskly.

"Ladies, get over here fast. The show's about to start."

After hanging up, she sauntered over, and I managed a smile for her.

As soon as she saw me, though, her expression turned stormy.

I was caught off guard, clueless about what I might have done to upset her. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, she slapped me across the face.

The slap echoed sharply, leaving my face stinging, and it took a moment for me to process the shock.

Holding back tears, I faced her, bewildered.

"Did you... why would you hit me?"

She wasn't interested in my side of the story. Grabbing my hair, she dragged me outside.

She hauled me onto the gravel path, where the sharp stones bit into my skin, but her grip was fiercer than the rocks.

"You little slut! Don't think I didn't see George helping you!"

"Bringing you into our home like that!"

"Mistresses these days are getting bold, aren't they?"

I realized she had it all wrong, but before I could clarify, she was already fixating on my belly, her eyes burning with malice, sending shivers up to my spine.

"Your belly... You dare get pregnant, you little whore!"

"George and I have been married for 20 years, and he's never wanted another child until now. And here you are, carrying one!"

Her grip was so tight I couldn't even squirm. I tried to tell her she had it all wrong.

Her gaze intensified, and fear enveloped me.

As she ranted, I took the chance to push her away and tried to escape.

But my pregnancy had weakened me, and I couldn't shake her off.

When she saw me resist, she hit me again.

"Elizabeth..."

She kept hitting me until I could no longer speak.