Ex-Wife From Hell

Entering the late stages of my pregnancy, my belly had grown even larger, and my body felt heavier than ever. Joshua Jaxson, my husband, insisted I stop working and focus on resting at home. One day, shortly after he left for work, I heard someone unlock the door. Thinking he’d forgotten something, I waddled over to open it. But instead of my husband, a woman with wavy hair and a bold outfit stood there. Our eyes met and both of us froze in place.“Who are you? Why are you in my home?” I asked, assuming she’d made a mistake. “This is 5-102. Are you looking for someone?”Before I could fully process the situation, she swung her arm and slapped me across the face. Stumbling from the blow, I nearly lost my balance.“You’re living in my home and you don’t even know who I am?” she sneered. “I haven’t been gone long, yet here you are, moving in like the shameless mistress you are."She didn’t give me a chance to explain before she rolled up her sleeves and struck me repeatedly

Olivia smirked, her lips curling into a cold smile. “Alright then, let’s see if you really have a marriage certificate!” Then she grabbed my hair and dragged me into the living room. There, she spotted our wedding photos displayed on the shelves. Seething with rage, she struck my face again. “You dare take wedding photos with Josh? Do you think you’re the rightful wife? Look at yourself now. You don’t resemble the person in the picture at all! You must have slipped the photographer some money to edit those!” Dazed from the blows, I tried to explain, “I’m not a mistress! Let me go. I’ll find the marriage certificate!” “What marriage certificate? With that face, how could Josh ever marry you? “Tsk, tsk, tsk, this house is really tasteless. Josh has seriously downgraded since leaving me. Ladies, please do me a favor and destroy all this ugly stuff!” At her words, the women surged forward, and the room was suddenly filled with the sounds of smashing and crashing. My wed

When I finally woke up, two days had passed and I was in the hospital. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Joshua staring at me. Tears were streaming down his face. Bloodshot eyes revealed he hadn’t rested in days. “The doctor said your injuries were severe. You shouldn’t think about anything right now. I’ll handle everything,” he reassured me.I glanced at the clock and saw the date, which broke me even further. It was September 20, my due date, the day my child should have been born. Once Olivia learned that I had lost the baby, she fled, fearing I would hold her accountable. I wanted to report her, but Joshua stopped me. Holding me tightly, his gaze turned fierce. “Letting the law handle this would be too merciful for her. Just give me a little more time. I’ll take care of it.” Before I could respond, Joshua’s phone suddenly rang. Coincidentally, a nurse entered to change my bandages. Joshua shot me a glance before stepping out of the room to answer the call. “

Olivia looked at Joshua as if she had seen her savior. She brushed aside the security guards holding her down and raised her bloodied finger toward me. “Josh, look at how she treated me! She is so cruel! You have to divorce her!”My heart sank at her words. Although Olivia constantly boasted about how much Joshua loved her, she had hit upon a truth: she had not faced any real consequences for her actions after everything that had transpired. This made me question whether Joshua still harbored any lingering feelings for her.I made a silent decision. If he had even a shred of pity for Olivia, I would have no choice but to divorce him.Fortunately, Joshua did not let me down. He merely cast a cold glance at Olivia, then gently stroked my head as he said, “Hailey, you are too kind! If it were me, I would chop off all her fingers and feed them to the dogs!”“You’re nuts! You’ve gone against me time and again for this woman!” Olivia screamed.“Don’t you remember? You promised