I angrily lunged at Fiona, pounding on her.
“You slut, whose bastard are you carrying? Have you no shame?”
Fiona huddled in Michael’s arms, her face swollen and red, strands of her hair clinging to her face with tears.
“Nicole, I know I’ve wronged you, but how could you call Michael’s child a bastard?”
“Nicole, don’t worry, I won’t compete with you for Mrs. Shaw’s position. I just feel sorry for Michael, such an outstanding man, who doesn’t have his own bloodline. I beg you, let me give birth to his child to repay his kindness.”
As she spoke, she knelt down, about to kowtow to me.
Michael pulled her into a tight embrace, his eyes filled with heartache.
“Fiona, it’s not your fault, it’s my fault.”
He then glanced coldly at me.
“Nicole, how can you be so heartless? Who is Fiona doing this for?”
I slapped Michael across the face, my lips trembling.
“Michael, you bastard!”
“She slept with my husband, and I should thank her? She’s a slut, a treacherous and vicious woman.”
Before I could utter the words that he couldn’t possibly have a child, Michael slapped me across the face.
“Nicole, I won’t allow you to say that about Fiona. She’s the mother of my child.”