He Moved His Pregnant Mistress Into My House

My husband, earning a paltry five thousand a month, brazenly moved his pregnant mistress into my multi-million dollar penthouse, which I'd bought outright.

Not only did he try to kick me out, but he also allowed his mother to steal and use my special chemical cream, leading to her disfigurement and baldness.

His sister even demanded I pack my bags and clear out for the mistress.

Watching this self-righteous family of fools, I laughed, chillingly.

They seemed to have forgotten that I was not only the owner of this luxury apartment but also the CEO of the company that held his fate in my…