Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 4

My mother-in-law removed her glasses to look at me, examining me for a few minutes before displaying her familiar smile.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that she could confirm my identity.

I looked at Olivia with triumph in my eyes.

This time, I would make sure she was thoroughly disgraced.

But the next second, my mother-in-law pushed my hand away and walked toward Olivia, affectionately calling her "daughter-in-law."

Then she turned to me, her lips twisted in mockery:

"I know you. You're the one who sneaked into my son's bed!"

"Back then, you weren't pregnant yet. My son didn't want you and tried to dress you and send you away."

"I never expected you'd be so desperate that you'd try to sleep with the mansion's butler."

The room suddenly went cold. I stood frozen, my eyes filled with disbelief.

"This can't be. You must be fake."

The online commenters were shocked by my reaction.

[How shameless can she be? Not only does she doubt her husband is real, but now she's claiming his mother is fake too?]

[So the baby in her belly is a bastard, but she's got the nerve to try to use it to climb the ladder?]

My mother-in-law brushed back her bangs, revealing a transparent scar on her temple. I remembered the origin of this scar—she had accidentally bumped into a counter on my wedding day.

How could a fake mother-in-law have that? This impostor must be someone close to my mother-in-law to observe such details.

The old woman approached me, raising her hand and slapping me hard across the face.

"What do you mean? I didn't know I had a daughter-in-law who climbs into other people's beds."

"Olivia is my only daughter-in-law. Carrying some nameless bastard and trying to confuse our Jensen family bloodline—how shameless."

I broke down screaming, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"My mother-in-law has always been good to me. She would never speak like this. You're definitely an impostor."

Looking at my hysterical state, Olivia repeatedly clicked her tongue. "How long are you going to keep this up? Is it so hard to accept your own mediocrity?"

"All the evidence points to me. Even Mrs. Jensen has confirmed it. Can you just take your bastard and leave?"

My mother-in-law had always been loving toward me. Looking at that familiar face, I could hardly accept reality.

"She's definitely not my mother-in-law. She would never treat me like this."

I remembered when I had a high fever a while back when Blake was on a business trip abroad. It was my mother-in-law who fed me medicine spoonful by spoonful and stayed up with me for several nights without changing her clothes.

Throughout my pregnancy, when morning sickness prevented me from eating, it was also my mother-in-law who continuously cared for me, thinking of ways to prepare the foods I loved.

My mother-in-law had always been elegant and would never publicly utter such reputation-destroying words.

Now everything had changed.

Calling the police—only they could confirm my identity now.

Intense pain swept through me. I tried to curl up to protect myself, but she grabbed my hair and slapped me hard across the face.

She cursed, "Shameless thing, daring to climb into my son's bed, you're disgusting."

"Trying to ruin my son's happiness—go to hell!"

I was in so much pain that tears fell from my eyes, but faced with so many attackers, I was helpless.

The next moment, I felt a hot stream flow from my lower abdomen as excruciating pain engulfed my body.

I screamed:

"The baby—I'm losing my baby—"

"Someone call 911!"

My mother-in-law stood to the side with her arms crossed:

"Good riddance to that bastard. A slut trying to use a baby to get in the door—why don't you just die?"

Olivia slapped me even harder.

"Shameless thing! Losing a child is nothing for someone like you. Keep crying and I'll have security throw you in the deep mountains."

Then the next second, the conference room door was kicked open—

I heard Blake's voice roaring in fury.

"STOP IT! GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE!"