Chapter 3

The girl beside Liam immediately stepped in front of him. "Who the hell do you think you are to hit my man?"

"Your man?" Brooklyn laughed bitterly. "Bitch, get it straight—he's a married man. What you're doing is called homewrecking. You're the mistress. Do you have no shame?"

Chloe snorted coldly. "In love, the one who isn't loved is the real mistress. Liam and I have mutual feelings. If anyone's the mistress, it's that old hag."

She looked at me, eyes full of triumph.

Brooklyn suddenly grabbed her hair. "If your mother didn't teach you how to be a decent human being, I'll teach you today."

"Ah!"

Chloe was yanked to the ground, and before she could react, her clothes were being ripped open.

She desperately covered her chest, crying as she looked at Liam. "Liam, make this crazy woman stop!"

Liam snapped out of it and pulled Brooklyn away forcefully. "Brooklyn, you can't even control your own husband—what right do you have to control others?"

Hearing his words, Brooklyn's face turned deathly pale.

My expression turned cold. I stood up and slapped him hard across the face.

"Liam! What gives you the right to say that to her!"

Liam took the slap head-on.

He looked at me, face dark, but said nothing.

But the woman in his arms couldn't keep quiet. Eyes red, she shouted at me:

"You old hag, what gives you the right to hit him! I can't even bear to touch a hair on his head, and you dare slap him—Ah!"

A sharp crack rang out.

I cut off her words.

Chloe covered her face, disbelief written all over it. "You dare hit me?"

I sneered. "You dare to be a homewrecker, so why wouldn't I dare hit you?"

"Only someone like you would pick up someone else's trash like it's treasure and then flaunt it in front of me."

Chloe trembled with rage. "You think you're so noble? You were raped before and got pregnant! It was Liam who scraped together money to take you for an abortion and stayed with you in the hospital for over a month before you dared to—Ah!"

"What gives you the right to say that about me!" My eyes turned red as I grabbed her hair.

Chloe's face contorted with pain. "Am I wrong?"

I raised my hand to slap her again, but Liam grabbed my wrist and flung it away.

"Enough! Tara, there's a limit to throwing tantrums!"

"I'm throwing a tantrum?" My eyes were red. "Liam, get it straight! She's the one who started cursing—"

"Isn't she right?" Liam coldly interrupted.

My entire body went ice cold. I couldn't believe it. "What did you say?"

Liam repeated in a cold voice, "I said, isn't she right? Weren't you raped? Didn't you have an abortion? So, is she wrong?"

Hearing his heart-gouging words one by one, I could barely stand.

Chloe leaned against him, face full of smugness.

I suddenly laughed—a laugh with bloodshot eyes—staring at him hard. "Liam, you're truly disgusting."

With that, I turned to leave.

Chloe's eyes flickered, and just as I turned around, she deliberately pushed me.

Off-balance, my stomach slammed hard into the table.

"Ah!"

"Tara!"

Brooklyn's face changed. She rushed forward immediately.

I clutched my stomach desperately, feeling a warm flow slide down between my legs. My face instantly turned deathly pale.

Liam came to his senses and was about to step forward when Chloe suddenly cried out too.