"Mr. Barnes..." Josephine's eyes were empty, huddling up on the king-sized bed. She had turned the volume of the TV to the maximum, but the woman's voice next door still reached her ears through the wall. She could imagine what was happening there.

The man who was having sex with another woman next door was her husband.

The rain drizzled freely, outside, and the sky was gloomy with patches of dark clouds.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

Suddenly someone was knocking at the door, each knock heralding the impatience and irritability of the knocker.

"Josephine!" Reginald's voice, suppressing his anger, came through the door.

Josephine sat up straight, her hands subconsciously covering her slightly bulging belly, her heart beating wildly.

BANG!

Reginald, who couldn't get any immediate response, kicked the door open. He walked up to Josephine and pinched her chin, forced her to tilt her head up, tears sheathed her face were obvious under the moonlight. Reginald shrugged her head off with disgust.

"I've completely lost my lust after seeing you."

Josephine's entire body stiffened and she lowered her head without speaking a word. At this time, a charmingly dressed woman leaning at the door said in a delicate voice, "Mr. Barnes, I am still waiting..."

Reginald ignored her and pulled a stack of banknotes out from his wallet and flung them at Josephine.

"Josephine, go and buy something for me!"

The money was slapped on Josephine's face, but the shame spread deep inside her body. She gritted her teeth, and said,

"Reginald, I am your legitimate wife, how can you do this to me?"

The bottom of Reginald's eyes flinched over with a sneer, "If you hadn't framed me up, got youself pregnant with my baby, and threaten me shamelessly with my grandfather, how could I marry you? Josephine, I'm sick of even looking at you!"

A cold smile floated at the corners of Josephine's mouth as she tilted her head and provoked, ''You're sick of me now? Who was that man desperate to make love to me? Otherwise how would I get pregnant so quickly?"

Reginald was burning with anger, a hazing storm enshrouding in his eyes. He squeezed Josephine's sharp chin with his hand, his lips curled up cruelly, "Don't you know who I really love? If you haven't drugged me, making me mistake you for Aurelia, I won't even touch you. I never have sex with a slut like you!"

Reginald let her off and pushed her so hard that she lost her balance and fell on the ground. Josephine was so frightened that she hurriedly held her belly with grief.

"Josephine, you deserve it!" Reginald looked at her from above, without any hint of pity in his eyes.

"Come back in twenty minutes; otherwise, you are not allowed to get into the house!"

Everything happened so quick that Josephine's heart throbbed painfully.

She stood up with her hands supporting on the bed, and passed by Reginald, who was looking at her with a cold expression. When she reached the doorway, the woman gave a mocking laugh.

"Hurry up please, Miss Cooke."

Tears were running down from Josephine's eyes as she rushed out of the house and ran towards a 24-hour convenience store near the villa.

It was the first time Josephine bought something like this, for her husband and another woman.

A thunderclap flashed across the sky, and she nursed her stomach as she quickened her pace. Her eyes were sore as she thought of Reginald's mocking stare. With tears swirling in her eyes, the road in front became vague.

When she hurriedly rushed back to the villa, she saw Reginald standing neatly at the door, looking at her.

He was like a king, while she was as small as an ant.

His honored foot could easily stamp her to death if he wanted to.

"23 minutes and 1 seconds, time out!"

Reginald snatched what he wanted from her hands, and the door was shut down

with a BANG

"Don't shut me out, it's raining heavily..."

Her trembling pleas were shut out, together with her trembling body.

Josephine sat numbly on the ground, her face as pale as white paper.

This was the man she loved for ten years.

Now, she became the mistress of the Barnes family simply because she was pregnant. However, her husband was bringing women home every day. In his eyes, she could never compare with Aurelia.

A shock of thunder suddenly flashed across the sky and it was raining cats and dogs, blurring her view within a short time.

Josephine looked at the closed door and leaned helplessly against it. Her face went wet, unable to distinguish whether it was the spray of rain or the flow of her tears.

There was a huge gap between the once-virtuous Reginald and his current hostile and unpredictable husband. Josephine had more than once dreamed of the first time when she met him ten years ago.

She was ten years old then, after suffering from a hunger for three days. She finally couldn't help herself from stealing from the supermarket. At that time, Reginald felt sorry for her, took her hand and gave her a piece of bread. Then he told her,

A good child should not steal anything.

Josephine's eyes closed, bitter tears roaming into her mouth.

Maybe she did something wrong.