My Husband Locked Me in an Oven for His MistressChapter 1
Eight months pregnant, and the housekeeper's daughter had suddenly drawn up a "prenatal wellness plan" for me.
It required me to sit outside in 108-degree heat for six hours a day.
By the time I was on the verge of my baby's heartbeat stopping, I begged her to open the door and let me inside.
She just sat there eating chilled watermelon, smiling sweetly. "Ma'am, pregnant women need plenty of sunshine. It's good for your health. I'm only doing this for your own good."
The doors were locked. Not a single person dared open them.
I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a flower pot and smashed through the glass window on the balcony.
An hour later, Bernard Farley stormed in, fresh from cutting a meeting short, and tore into me before I could say a word.
"Sharon Fox, how can you be so vicious? Do you have any idea that your little tantrum with the glass put Ivy Winfield in the ICU with heatstroke?"
"Bernard, you have time to worry about the housekeeper's daughter, but you can't spare a thought for your own wife and child? If I'd stayed out there any longer, the baby inside me would have died!"
Bernard studied me for a moment, his expression unreadable. He said nothing, turned, and walked out.
That night, I was dragged out of bed and locked inside a roasting chamber with iron walls on all four sides.
Outside, dozens of the Winfield family's relatives had gathered.
Bernard stood with his arm around Ivy's waist, watching me with cold eyes.
"Sharon, you're cruel beyond measure and completely unrepentant. Today I'm standing up for Ivy and giving her the justice she deserves."
My heart sank, falling and falling, until there was nothing left but complete disappointment in him.
I pulled out my phone without hesitation and dialed.
"Jacob. The Farleys and the Winfields. Don't spare a single one. Kill them all."
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The moment the words left my mouth, the color drained from every face in that crowd of relatives outside.
Only Bernard let out a cold scoff.
His contemptuous laugh was a signal. The crowd caught on a beat later and erupted into howling laughter.
"Miss Fox, do you still think you're some underworld princess? Your brother had his limbs hacked off and was mutilated beyond recognition three years ago. Who exactly are you trying to scare?"