I never expected that after my mother-in-law found out that I could no longer conceive, she actually allowed my husband's mistress to move into our house.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Watson, you have had too many miscarriages, which has caused your uterine wall to become weak, so you're unable to conceive again."

The doctor's conclusion was like a "death sentence" to me.

After seeing the diagnosis report, my mother-in-law threw it in my face and said, "Jasmine Watson, you can't even protect your child. What use do you have for the Jones family? If I were you, I would kill myself!"

After scolding me, my mother-in-law Judy started ranting and raving, saying all sorts of unbearable things, like how I, Jasmine, had no conscience and was a jinx to the Jones family, and that I wanted to end the family line of the Jones family. She didn't care at all that we were in a hospital.

I was 35 years old this year, which was considered advanced maternal age for having children.

But I deeply loved my husband and wanted a child of our own. However, due to improper care during my first pregnancy and improper recovery during the postpartum period, I had two miscarriages.

Half a year ago, I finally received good news: I was pregnant with my third child.

But just a week ago, I had a miscarriage again.

As a woman, I felt so sad not being able to have children.

The dull and calm days suddenly changed when Judy brought a girl home.

Her name was Monica Richardson, and Judy found her in the countryside. She was pure and lovely, with a full figure. In Judy's eyes, she was good for childbearing.

At first, I thought Monica would just stay at our house for a while, but I didn't expect her to spend the night there.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a noise and found that Andrew Jones was not sleeping beside me. So I got up and went to the living room to find him.

As soon as I went out, Judy immediately blocked my way and stared at me, saying, "Jasmine, why are you not sleeping in your room? What are you doing outside? Go back!"

Judy was a typical unreasonable person, but I had tolerated her many times because of Andrew. This time, I tried to tolerate her too, but the extremely fishy sounds coming from Monica's room made it hard for me to ignore.

"Mom, didn't you hear it? Monica..."

I felt too embarrassed to even mention the thing that Monica was doing. She was just a guest in my house, yet she dared to make out with a man in her room.

Her shameless and seductive voice made me feel as if she were having sex with a king.

Unexpectedly, Judy shouted, "Jasmine, go back as you're told. If you dare to stop Monica from giving birth to my precious grandson, I will fight you!"

When I heard that, my face changed instantly. "Are you saying that Monica would give birth to a grandson for you, Mom? What do you mean by that?"

Actually, I understood what Judy meant. Wasn't she saying that the person who was having sex with Monica was Andrew?

But he was my husband. How could he...

My eyes turned red. Unable to bear the stimulation of their voices any longer, I forcefully pulled Judy's hand away and rushed to their door. I knocked on the door forcibly and shouted, "Andrew, Monica, open the door..."

But no matter how hard I knocked, smashed, or kicked the door, it remained motionless. Instead, Monica's coquettish voice became more arrogant. She shouted inside, "Andrew, I want to have a baby for you. I want to marry you."

I went crazy and brought a chair to smash the door. The sound was deafening, but the two people in the room never stopped their "fight".

And outside the room, the fight between me and Judy did not stop, either.

Judy had been longing for a grandson for so long. How could she allow me to interfere with Andrew and Monica? She came forward and started pulling me, shouting, "Jasmine, you are just a hen that can't lay eggs. Who do you think you are to stop me from having a grandson? If you disturb my son and Monica, believe me, I will make my son divorce you and kick you out of my family!"

"Mom, how could you do such a conscienceless thing?"

"I can do anything, even killing and setting fires, for the sake of my grandson!"

Judy and I stared at each other, both full of hostility.

I had always known that Judy was not to be trifled with, but I didn't expect her to be so fierce.

After more than ten minutes, the door finally opened, and the first person to come out was my husband, Andrew.

His bare upper body was covered with kiss marks, which showed how intense the "fight" was just now.

I was ready for Andrew to give me an explanation, but Judy had already approached him and cried out, "Son, look at Jasmine, that shrew. She scolded me and hit me. Look at my wound. Oh, it hurts so much."

While Judy was speaking, she pointed at her forehead.

During the pushing and shoving just now, Judy got pushed down by me and hit her forehead, leaving a red and swollen mark.

She was full of energy when she was pushing and shoving me, but now she was the one complaining first.

"Andrew, I..."

With a loud bang, Andrew slapped me. Before I could figure out what was going on, I had fallen to the ground, and my mind went blank.

When I came to my senses, I realized that Andrew had just slapped me.

He actually hit me?!

"Son, well done! That's how it should be. It's best to beat her to death. What's so proud about a woman who can't have children!"

I looked at Judy's smug face. Good, very good!

I clenched my fists and wanted to slap Andrew back as soon as I got up, but I was just a woman, shorter and weaker than him. Before I could reach him, he kicked me.

That pain felt like I was about to die the next second.

Andrew pointed at me and said through gritted teeth, "Jasmine, have you had enough?!"

Judy brought the mistress into the house, and my husband, disregarding my dignity as his wife, started fooling around with the mistress at home, and in the end, it became my fault.

My deep love for Andrew over the years had become a joke. Suddenly, my heart turned cold, and my love for him cooled too.

Especially, I didn't allow my dignity to be trampled on like that!

I took a deep breath and looked at Andrew firmly, saying, "Let's get a divorce."

Judy quickly interrupted. "Divorce? Okay, Andrew, quickly divorce Jasmine! After the divorce, let Monica become my daughter-in-law and give birth to a chubby grandson for me."

Andrew did not refute his mother's words, which meant he agreed.

I had no idea that the man who shared the same bed with me had long wanted to divorce me.

I said, "Since we've decided to divorce, you two get out of my house tonight! I feel disgusted with you staying here!"

Andrew said, "Ask me to get out? What gives you the right?"

"Your infidelity, and don't forget my parents put a down payment on the house."

Andrew said fiercely, "Jasmine, this house was bought after we got married. Even if we divorce, it should be split equally. What qualifications do you have to drive me and my mother away?"

Judy continued, "Exactly! My son pays the mortgage every month, so why doesn't he have a share?"

I didn't expect that they could be so shameless.

At first, my parents didn't agree to my marriage with Andrew. They said Andrew didn't look like a good man, and he might not appreciate it even if I gave my heart and soul to him.

But I was deeply trapped in Andrew's tenderness towards me. In order to be with him, I even had a falling out with my parents.

I married Andrew without a wedding and without my parents' blessings.

If I hadn't gotten pregnant later, my parents wouldn't have given up. Seeing that I was living a difficult life, they used all their savings to help us pay the down payment.

I had already lost my marriage and dignity. I must hold onto the house no matter what.

But I knew the marriage law. Even if Andrew and I took our divorce to court, the final judgment could very well be a 50-50 split of the house.

No, I absolutely cannot allow this to happen.

Since that was the case, I could only endure it at the moment.

I wouldn't bring up the topic of divorce again unless I could guarantee keeping the house.

I didn't mention it again, and Judy and Andrew also kept silent. They were not tolerant. They just wanted me to go to City Hall to sign the divorce papers when I couldn't bear it anymore.

I wouldn't do as they wished.

As for Monica, although she and Andrew had sex every night, and Judy and Andrew took good care of her, she was still the other woman.

But Monica was not to be trifled with. Although she came from a rural area, she had princess syndrome. She didn't do anything at home and even acted like a hostess.

Of course, I wouldn't let her have her way, but Judy treated her like a treasure.

Since I found out about their true colors, I hadn't given them any money for household expenses. They could get by for a month or two, but as time went on, they started to struggle financially.

I saw with my own eyes that Monica was lying on the sofa on her phone. She didn't dare to buy anything expensive. Every time she asked Andrew for something, she never got what she wanted in the end.

One evening, I came home late after work and had dinner outside. When I got home, I saw the three of them sitting at the dining table eating.

The meal was quite sumptuous. Several rare meat dishes were seen on the table, and there was even a beef broth.

I didn't plan to pay attention to them, but unexpectedly, Judy saw me and started to be sarcastic. "Oh, you came back empty-handed again. I didn't cook for you. You have to cook your meal yourself."

I pinched my fingers and endured it, not wanting to argue with her.

Monica said, "Mom, just ignore her. The dishes will get cold soon."

"Oh, my Monica is so considerate. She is much better than someone who can't conceive. Why doesn't the woman die by hitting a wall?"

Judy's words were offensive. She said those things to provoke me, trying to get me to divorce Andrew.

Monica called me and smiled sweetly. "Jasmine, why don't you come and eat with us? We have something to celebrate at home today."

"Monica, why did you tell her? It's inauspicious!"

"Mom, it's okay. If Jasmine knows I'm pregnant, she'll be happy for me."

I looked at Monica, who was smiling happily, and listened to what she said. Although I hated her, I inexplicably felt a sense of envy.

She could give birth and raise children, but I lost everything because I couldn't get pregnant.