She looked me up and down, sneering, "To put it nicely, you're a virtuous wife. To put it bluntly, you're a parasite. Don't think that just because you married Ethan, you can show off in front of me!"
I found it amusing. Who really was the parasite here?
I played with my nails calmly and said, "Let’s not even discuss how much of Ethan’s success is due to his own efforts. As for the little gifts he gave you…"
I paused and looked at her, "Those are our joint property as a couple and I have every right to reclaim them. "
I frowned, "Oh right, I forgot, you're only twenty. You can't afford to pay for those things. That's fine, I'll give them to you. Consider it a reward for serving my husband for so long."
Beatrice’s face turned red and she started cursing.
I laughed, " What’s the matter? Is it not enough?"
I leaned in, gripping her chin, "A Gucci bag, an LV shopping basket, a Tiffany bracelet... they might be second-hand, but they’re still worth more than you deserve."
Beatrice's face turned a mix of colors, showing her anger, while Ethan lowered his head, feeling guilty. Since I had many luxury items, he thought that taking a few to give to his mistress would go unnoticed. The surveillance footage in the cabinet captured everything, but I chose not to expose him.
Beatrice fell silent, pulled a document from her bag and threw it at me. "I didn't want to make a scene," she said.
She raised her chin and smirked, "I'm pregnant with Ethan’s child, two months along. Every man wants a child, Eve. You, who can’t even lay an egg, how can you compete with me?"
As soon as she said this, the air in the room became awkward.
Beatrice looked at Ethan with affection. "Ethan, even though you can’t, I’ve left you with one last child."
She lovingly rubbed her belly, "It's your only child."
I looked at Ethan, filled with sympathy. It seemed his little mistress didn’t know that he had been sterilized eight years ago. He could no longer have children.
