Brian anxiously went to help the woman on the ground. My heart ached so much, but I could only hold back the tears that were about to burst out and my anger and looked coldly at them.

"Ah! Brian, my belly, my belly hurts so much..." The woman looked at me provocatively, immediately covered her belly, and cried like she was dying.

When Brian heard this, he looked extremely nervous. He immediately picked her up and said, "Baby, I'll take you to the hospital right away. Hold on."

As he spoke, he strode towards the door, and he turned around and said to me fiercely, "Alicia, if something happens to Janet today, I won't let you go."

The door was slammed shut, and I felt drained of energy. I leaned my back against the door and slid down on the ground.

I finally burst into tears. I looked at the the house which was decorated with my heart. It was so warm and familiar.

However, it was so cold, so strange, and I kept thinking about whether every part of the place had been stained by that woman. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this room made me sick.

With tears in my eyes, I took out my phone and called Margaret.

Margaret was my best friend and the only person I could think of to talk to at this time.

"What's wrong, Alicia?" Margaret's concerned voice came from the phone, and I almost broke down and cried again.

"Margaret, are you at home?" I tried to control my voice and tremble.

"Yes, I'm just a writer. I just stay at home every day to write. Alicia, what's wrong with you? Your voice is not right."

"Margaret..." I choked. "Brian cheated on me."

"What?" Margaret's voice rose. "Where are you? I'll pick you up."

After I told her where I was, I rushed downstairs. I was so eager to escape from this place, this dirty place.

As soon as I reached the entrance of the neighborhood, Margaret arrived.

The moment I saw Margaret, the person I could count on, I burst into tears again.

Margaret drove silently all the way to her apartment while I was crying. She dragged me in and pressed me on the sofa. "Tell me, what that scumbag did?"

I told her what had happened incoherently. The fear of being almost raped, the anger of my husband's infidelity, the grievance and helplessness of being slandered, these painful memories once again broke my heart.

"How could the scumbag and the shameless bitch not be struck by lightning? They dared to wrong you. I'll tear them up and avenge you." The more Margaret listened, the angrier she became. In the end, she actually picked up the car keys and wanted to rush out. I immediately stopped her.

"Don't go. Let me think about how to deal with them myself." I hurriedly grabbed her, but although I said that, I was in a mess and had no idea.

"OK, we both calm down. Do you want a divorce, Alicia?" Margaret calmed down when she heard what I said. She sat down and asked me seriously.

"Yes." Did I want a divorce? Actually, I didn't know.

After all, Brian and I had been together for so many years. It was impossible for me to move on so quickly. But the man who cheated on me, the pregnant mistress... Could I forgive them? I didn't know.

At this moment, I finally understood the sentence I had seen before. "An unfaithful man is like the money falling on shit. It's a pity not to pick it up. It's disgusting to pick it up."

"Then you should get the evidence that Brian cheated on you first so that you can get more property..." Margaret started to analyze seriously how I could get a divorce with the smallest loss.

I was thinking about going back to talk to Brian after work tomorrow.

Margaret seemed to see that I didn't mean what I said. She sighed and didn't continue.

Instead, she changed the subject and talked about our past. I knew she wanted me to divert my attention. We just huddled together and told each other what was on our minds.

In the end, she fell asleep, and I lay next to her, thinking about that scene, and tears streamed down my face again.

I didn't know how I finally fell asleep. I didn't even know if I fell asleep. I kept thinking about Brian and the woman on the bed until dawn.

I struggled to get out of bed, rubbed my swollen and painful head, washed up briefly, and rushed to the company. My family broke apart. I couldn't lose my job anymore. After all, I still had to live.

Even after I sat at my desk, I was in a trance. Then the chief editor slapped me on the shoulder. "Alicia, where are your materials?"

"I don't have the materials..." I tried to regain my composure before answering the chief editor.

The next second, the chief editor raised her voice. "Alicia, how dare you! Yesterday, you said that your personal safety was threatened and you asked for leave. I didn't say anything. But didn't you tell me you got the materials? Were you lying to me yesterday?"

I stared at the editor's scarlet high heels and stammered. "Editor, I..." Yesterday's situation was a mess. I really couldn't remember where I had put the materials.

"Alicia, what can you do? You've been in the company for so many years, and you haven't contributed at all. You got this breaking news, but..." Before I could finish my sentence, the chief editor began to reprimand me.

I subconsciously shrank back. Fortunately, the phone on her desk rang.

She stopped and picked up the phone. The person at the end of the phone probably said something, she looked at me suspiciously and said OK. Then she said to me coldly, "The police station asked you to come over and make a statement now."

I quickly said I was wrong to the chief editor and promised to give her the documents tomorrow. Then I packed up and ran out.

After entering the police station and finishing the tedious procedures, it was already time to get off work when. I quickly called the chief editor. After explaining the situation, she told me not to go back to the company today and that she wanted to see the materials tomorrow.

After hanging up the phone, looking at the crowd of people coming and going, I felt a sense of helplessness I had felt yesterday.

I was almost raped and my husband cheated on me. I naturally was angry and heartbroken, but I was more flustered.

All the way back to the door in a daze, I didn't even have the courage to open the door with the key. I repeatedly told myself that I must face the reality before I mustered up the courage to enter my home.

But surprisingly, Brian was not at home. Instead, the woman and my mother-in-law were chatting in the living room happily.

My heart sank. My mother-in-law had never been so kind to me.

"Alicia, you are finally home. I have something to tell you." My mother-in-law said.

I walked over. It seemed that my mother-in-law had already known about Brian's affair. I also wanted to know what she thought.

"Get a divorce." My mother-in-law's tone was extremely firm.

What she said next was shocking. "Janet is pregnant. You've been married for four years and you haven't had a child. It must be something wrong with you. It's impossible for our family to accept the woman who can't give birth."