Kicking out My Ungrateful Husband Who Cheated with the Maid

That day was a typhoon with a heavy rainstorm. Yet, my cook, Mya Wendell, arrogantly threw fifteen dollars at me.

"Stop lazing around all day. Go buy me a baking soda! I want them!"

I couldn’t help but feel stunned by her attitude. I held back my anger and reminded her not to forget who she was. However, she became even bolder.

"Didn’t you know that a mother’s status is determined by her child? I’m pregnant with your husband’s child!"

"My baby will be the heir to the Blackville Family’s business empire. So, why don’t you try to make me happy now?"