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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

That night, Damien's executive assistant burst into the CEO's office in a panic.


"Mr. Channing, it's terrible! Miss Harrington just attempted suicide by slitting her wrists in her office. She's in the ER now!"


"It's all Miss Shaw's fault. Whatever she said, it completely broke Miss Harrington!"


Damien rushed over to me in a flash, slapping me hard across the face!


"You bitch! What the hell did you say to Primrose? If anything happens to her, I'll make sure you never know a moment's peace for the rest of your life!"


With that, he dashed off to the hospital without even grabbing his coat.


Outside the emergency room, Primrose was curled up on a bench in a hospital gown. Blood was still seeping through the bandages on her wrists, her whole being like a withered autumn leaf.


She looked up at Damien with tears welling in her eyes.


"Damien, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been so weak."


Chapter 6