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At the food festival, my husband's first love pushed me, three months pregnant, into a boiling oil vat.
My belly was instantly scalded through, amniotic fluid leaking out and fusing with my clothes.
My husband rushed in with a doctor, but his first action was to meticulously treat the scratches on his first love's hands.
"Back to your tricks again, huh? Burning yourself for sympathy, then framing Primrose?"
He glanced at me with a cold sneer.
"You'd really do anything to get rid of her, wouldn't you?"
With that, my husband quietly coaxed his first love to leave.
As for me, I passed out on the oil-stained kitchen floor from massive blood loss and the excruciating pain of the burns.
When I opened my eyes again, chaos erupted in the kitchen, and I felt another forceful shove from behind.

My Husband's First Love Pushed Me into a Boiling Oil Vat

A woman in the crowd pointed at Primrose and roared:


"You filthy whore, acting all weak and innocent! It's sluts like you who bewitch men's souls. We should beat you to death!"


With that, she grabbed a nearby coffee and threw it at Primrose, drenching her in the scalding liquid.


The crowd began hurling trash at them, with water bottles raining down on their heads.


Damien and Primrose knelt at the hospital entrance as the furious mob pelted them with garbage. Some spat on them, others threw leftover food. The scene was utter chaos.


Primrose curled up, shielding her face. "Please, let me explain. Damien and I are innocent. It's not what you think."


"Damien, say something!" she cried, tugging at his sleeve.


Damien seemed to have lost his soul, letting the trash fall on him while clutching the thermal box tightly, muttering incessantly.


"My son... I didn't know... I really didn't know Lydia was pregnant... If I had known..."


Chapter 7