My Husband's Secretary Called Me a Mistress

Chapter 8

Andrew Johnson stared at my empty belly in disbelief, his face contorted with shock.

"A child? We once had a child?"

He stood frozen for several seconds, then suddenly clutched his head in anger, retreating backward.

In the next moment, he kicked Emily Davis in the chest.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Enraged, Andrew rushed at Emily, pinning her down and raining punches on her head.

Emily was unable to fight back.

"I've been with you for five years; we've known each other for ten," she pleaded.

"I've already been punished, isn't that enough?"

"And you never mentioned you were married. I took care of the women who harassed you before..."

But her words were met with even heavier blows.

Emily's mouth was deformed from the beating, the floor covered with her blood and broken teeth.

Before she could be beaten to death, a doctor intervened, saying the noise was disturbing my rest, which finally made Andrew stop.

Emily, convulsing on the floor, was taken to the emergency room.

Andrew didn't stop them and instead held me tightly, apologizing repeatedly.

The doctor said that due to the beating, my uterus was injured, and I could never get pregnant again.

Hearing this news, my mind seemed to shut down.

I turned mechanically and, with a forced smile, asked Andrew, "He's lying, right?"

Andrew lowered his eyes, hiding the redness, and gripped my hand:

"We'll have our own children someday, I promise you, we will."

With that, he walked out with a dark expression.

I stayed in the hospital for a month before being discharged. During that time, Andrew visited me every day.

The scent of blood on him grew stronger each day.

When I felt mentally better, he gradually brought before me the employees who had humiliated me.

Without exception, each one trembled, knelt down, and begged for forgiveness.

Some slapped themselves, others used small knives to cut their own skin.

Their eyes were filled with deep fear, no longer displaying the arrogance they had when they considered me a mistress.

But I just looked out the window.

More leaves had fallen; autumn was nearing.

If nothing had gone wrong, my child would have seen the first snow.

On this day, Andrew brought a woman.

Seeing her, I was stunned.

She was the only one who had spoken up for me back then. Though she had pulled me into a collision with a table, it had saved my eyes.

I finally turned to Andrew, saying, "She's a good person. She helped me."

Seeing me willing to talk about something other than the child, Andrew was delighted and immediately let her go.

"Call the police," I said, a glimmer of light in my eyes. "I want them all to go to jail."

Andrew hesitated: "I have better ways to punish them, to keep them in fear for life."

I shook my head, insisting, "Call the police."

Andrew couldn't argue with me, so he decided to call the police.

On the day I was discharged, Emily Davis somehow got the news and rushed out from a corner, clinging to Andrew's leg, begging for mercy:

"Mr. Johnson, do you really have to be so ruthless?"

"Don't forget, I've been with you for five years; I know all the company secrets."

"If you push me too hard, I can't guarantee what I might do..."

Her half-threat made Andrew furious, and he kicked her away.

I quickly pulled Andrew, calming him down.

I tiptoed and whispered to him.

Andrew's expression changed from furious to calm, and he looked at me in surprise.

I nodded.

Emily Davis had to pay a price. A little physical pain couldn't appease my child's spirit.

I brought everyone except Emily to court. The sentences weren't heavy since they weren't the masterminds.

After enduring three years in prison, they could start over.

They felt lucky.

I sat silently in the plaintiff's seat.

They didn't know I had already spent money to arrange 'friendly' wardens for them within the legal scope.

For the next three years, every day would be their nightmare.

As for Emily Davis, nothing happened to her.

Not only did nothing happen, but Andrew even took her to the best hospital for treatment.

Emily was puzzled and asked why.

Andrew gently stroked her head: "Because you're my most capable assistant."

"And since Sophia Green can't have children anymore, the Johnson family needs an heir."

Emily's eyes brightened, thinking she finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

Andrew's voice was filled with allure: "So you need to get well quickly."

Then accept our final judgment.

Emily was trapped deeper in the dream I had woven for her.

Until she finally got pregnant.

She excitedly told Andrew the good news.

Andrew's eyes gleamed with a strange light, praising her: "Youth is great, getting pregnant so fast."

"To celebrate your pregnancy, I've prepared a big gift for you."

Emily eagerly asked, "What is it? Jewelry? A house? A car?"

"None of those. It's a videotape."

Emily's ears turned red with a coy smile: "So romantic..."

But the next second, she couldn't smile.

Because the screen showed her in bed with other men.

More importantly, the man was the filthiest beggar.

The scenes switched, showing one man after another.

But without exception, each was the ugliest man Emily looked down on the most.

I walked out slowly from behind the screen.

Watching Emily clutching her belly and retching, I smiled cruelly. Is this all it takes to break her?

Emily saw me, suddenly understanding, and went crazy:

"It was you! You bitch tried to ruin me!"

"I should have killed you back then."

With that, she charged at me like a madwoman.

Andrew immediately stood in front of me, protecting me, and kicked Emily to the ground.

Emily clutched her belly, looking at Andrew with resentment: "Andrew, are you abandoning me?"

"Is there not a shred of affection for me?"

Andrew replied coldly: "I've only ever loved one woman, my wife, Sophia Green."

"Then what about the happiness we shared these days?"

"It was all a facade, a way to avenge my wife."

Emily cried and laughed, unwilling to face reality.

But I wouldn't give her another chance.

I waved my hand, and a group of beggars, the ones from the screen, came in.

"You know what to do, right?"

The beggars, drooling with a foul stench, approached Emily step by step.

Standing outside the door, I could still hear Emily's screams.

For someone like Emily, even jail time or a few bruises weren't enough to judge her for the evil she did to me.

To kill someone, you must break their heart.

So I had Andrew pretend to be moved by her, be with her, make her think she was carrying Andrew's child.

At her happiest moment, I let her fall from heaven to hell.

The child in her belly? Who knows whose it was, but it didn't matter. With so many beggars, a punch from each.

Surely one of them was the biological father of her child.

I touched my empty belly, looking up at the sky:

Child, Mom has finally avenged you.