I Was Beaten Up by My Husband's Lover

Summary

On the day I returned to the country, my husband, Dan Anderson, who promised to pick me up, sent someone over instead.

She met me at the airport and said smugly, “I bet you’re Dan’s so-called girl best friend.”

I anxiously instructed her, “Quick, send me to the mansion on Fortune Street.”

That morning, my butler had suddenly told me that my grandfather was bedridden. Hence, I took the earlier flight back home.

The woman did not move. Instead, she glared at me viciously.

“You’re a despicable homewrecker. I’m going to kill you!”