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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

Just then, Chairman Frost's special assistant arrived at the scene with the police, pushing through the crowd.


"Chairman, we've found evidence of arson!"


"Security footage shows that Primrose tampered with the chimney beforehand and bribed security to shut down the fire safety system! She transferred half a million dollars to them, all to stage this accident and attempt to kill Ms. Shaw!"


Upon seeing the evidence and video, Primrose instantly collapsed to the ground.


Damien stared at her in disbelief: "You planned this? Why would you do such a thing? Lydia has been good to you, why be so vicious?"


Primrose suddenly burst into hysterical laughter:


"Why? You have the nerve to ask why? It's all because of you!"


"You called me back from abroad, gave me hope, said you'd love me forever, that you cared for me. And what happened? You wouldn't even give me a proper status!"


"What do you mean by taking care of me? Helping me? I was nothing but a tool for you to play with!"


Chapter 8