"Everyone, send some gifts in the chat, and I'll show you a first-person view of beating up a mistress and smashing a villa! All these luxury items were bought by my husband! It's a pity he bought them for the wrong person, but I don't feel a bit bad about destroying them!"
As she spoke, I heard the sound of vases shattering and picture frames being broken.
I turned around to see Chelsea's friends scattered throughout the living room.
"What are you doing?"
Many antique items, jewelry, and accessories were smashed all over the floor!
Expensive calligraphy and paintings were torn down, and Chelsea, not yet satisfied, even opened a bottle of red wine and poured it over the paintings, completely ruining them!
One of her friends found a blue folder, opened it, and saw the contents: 28 weeks pregnant, Yvette.
Chelsea, enraged, clenched her fists and approached me.
"Are you really pregnant? Is it my husband's child!?"
"I told you, Philip is my son! I have a husband! This is my husband's child! Chelsea, don't go too far!"
I glared at her, trying to push myself up from the floor, but Chelsea pushed me back down.