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.

Judy doted on Monica, and my husband Andrew spoiled her too, wishing to give her anything he had.

Such a scene was ironic to me. I couldn't stay for a minute, so I went into my room and slammed the door shut.

I couldn't sleep that night.

In my dream, my children came to me. They blamed me for I, as their mother, couldn't protect them.

When I woke up, I was covered in sweat.

By that time, it was already bright outside. I glanced at the time, and it was almost 10 a.m.

I was already late. Fortunately, I called my supervisor and said I needed sick leave. As for whether there would be any further criticism or deduction of salary, it didn't matter to me anymore.

I walked out of my room. No one was in the living room, but I could hear Monica's voice coming from the balcony. It sounded like she was talking on the phone.

I was not a gossip, but Monica's voice was really loud, so I had to listen even if I didn't want to.

I heard her say, "Dad, can you stop asking me for money all the time? I haven't even settled down yet. Where can I get money for you?

"Yeah, that bitch keeps dragging on and refuses to divorce. I don't know what she's thinking. If she doesn't divorce, I can't marry Andrew openly. How can I get to touch the money at home?"

Listening to what Monica said to her dad, I couldn't help but find it funny.

The house was given to me by my parents, and if it weren't for me, the family's expenses would be in trouble. Even if Monica could succeed in marrying Andrew, they had no money for her to squander.

However, I let her be.

I turned on my phone to read the news.

As I was reading, Monica suddenly walked in angrily and shouted at me, "Jasmine, what do you mean? You knew I was on the phone, but you still turned up the volume so loud. Are you doing it on purpose?"

I lazily glanced at her and said, "Monica, I hope you can put yourself in the right place. This house belongs to me."

"Hehe… Is it still not clear to you, Jasmine? The baby in my belly is the grandson of the Jones family. And you, someone who can't even get pregnant, dare to say that you are the mistress of the house? Are you crazy?"

I couldn't believe that when I first saw Monica, I thought she was innocent and lovely, like a next-door sister. When she spoke, she was just as annoying as Judy.

She was pregnant and could receive the love of Judy, but that worked only for Andrew and Judy. Her baby meant nothing to me.

I said, "Have you heard that saying? If I don't divorce him, you will always be the other woman!"

"Jasmine, say it again and see if I'll tear your mouth apart!"

I'd love to!

"I said you are a home-wrecker. Did I say anything wrong?"

I remained calm, while Monica rushed at me like a madwoman, tearing at my clothes and shouting, "Jasmine, how dare you call me a home-wrecker? I'll kill you."

Monica slapped me.

How could I let her have her way? I immediately blocked her hand and pushed her away with force.

"Ahhhh!"

Monica shouted a few times and struggled to pounce on me.

Just at that moment, Judy came back.

When Monica saw Judy, she sat on the ground and started crying and shouting, "Jasmine, you wicked woman. My belly, ah, it hurts so much. My belly hurts so much..."