The day I went to buy a crib for the baby I was about to have, a strange woman suddenly stormed into the VIP room and plunged a knife into my pregnant belly. The agony sent me crumpling to the floor. Only then did I understand. My husband, whom I'd dated for seven years and been married to for three, really had been keeping a mistress. Watching her smug, arrogant expression, I shakily took out my phone and called my brother. “Come pick me up at the baby store, bro.” My voice was terrifyingly calm. “The Fu family has no reason to exist anymore.”
