I didn't expect Makena to see through my intentions and step on my hand with her bare feet.
With her heavy weight pressing down on my wrist, my facial features twisted in pain.
The more I suffered, the more frenzied her expression became.
Several wealthy ladies crossed over my body and entered my dressing room.
A sharp female voice came from inside. "Makena, your husband has bought a lot of good stuff for this bitch, and there's no more room inside!"
"I can't even buy these many clothes in limited editions!"
Hearing this, Makena instantly widened her eyes, and her hatred made her lose all her rationality.
The floor was covered with fragments, so she took off my slippers from my feet, put them on, and stepped into the cloakroom.
She cut up all my clothes with scissors and swept the jewelry to the ground.
The jade was smashed, and the gold was somewhat deformed.
I endured all of these, but when I saw the bracelet in Makena's hand when she came out, I completely lost control.
That was a gift my mother made for me before she passed away!
Makena, who originally didn't care, saw my nervous expression and smugly curled her lips.