Chapter 5

Countless baby products were stacked in the room. I could tell with a single glance that Jamie had purchased them for Daisy and the baby she was carrying. "Where are my things?" I asked. Daisy put on an innocent look. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Frestin. I didn't know all that trash was actually your belongings… Mr. Frestin told me I could put my things anywhere since this is my house now, so I…" I scoffed. "I only signed the divorce papers not too long ago. When did this place become your house? I paid for half of this house. Even if Jamie and I are divorced, you don't get to own any of it!" I ignored Daisy's poor attempts to stop me and stormed upstairs, intending to confront Jamie. Seeing that she couldn't block my path forward, Daisy ripped the lingerie from her body and slapped herself hard across her face. She then collapsed to the floor and began sobbing. Jamie, who was upstairs, sprang into action when he heard the commotion. He didn't even bother putting on his bedroom slippers before he rushed downstairs. When he spotted me, he yelled, "Olivia! Why are you acting like you've lost your marbles again?" Jamie was only wearing his underwear, so the scratches and marks on his upper body were on full display. "Professor Frestin, Mrs. Frestin came looking for you so early in the morning. She was stuck outside, so I didn't bother changing into another set of clothes before hurrying down to unlock the door for her. "But she got mad after seeing the marks on my body. She kept calling me a shameless slut. She even tore my clothes and slapped me…" Tears streamed endlessly down Daisy's face. Her lashes trembled under the weight of her tears, which instantly earned her Jamie's sympathy. "Olivia! Do you know that Daisy is pregnant now? You were pregnant once, so you should know how tough it is when a woman is expecting. How dare you slap her when she's like this? If anything happens to Daisy's baby, I won't forgive you!" he warned. He then cradled Daisy's face gently and blew on her cheek. "The pain will go away soon, Daisy. She's just jealous that I'm treating you well. Don't get angry because of her." I could feel the last string of patience snap as I watched them stick to each other like glue. "Jamie, I want you to watch closely." I strolled over to Daisy, lifted my hand, and delivered a powerful slap across her face. A red mark began to swell immediately at the point of impact. "This is what my slap looks like!" Daisy was stunned in place, to the point that she forgot to cry. However, in the next second, my vision blurred as Jamie gripped my shoulders and threw me to the living room floor. He trapped me in place with his knee before slapping me over and over again. "Daisy is my woman! If you slap her, it means that you're also slapping me!" Jamie snapped. I cried out in pain, but I had no way of retaliating in my trapped state. Blood trickled from my nose, but it appeared that Jamie had no intention of stopping. "You really should take a look at yourself in the mirror. You don't look anything like a woman!" he bellowed. He grabbed a cosmetic mirror from the coffee table and hurled it against my head. The mirror shattered in an instant, the pieces scattering all over the floor. I could see my reflection in the broken shards. Due to the elevated levels of progesterone flowing through my body, my face was swollen, my hair was unkempt, and I looked immensely sloppy. It didn't take long for fresh blood to flow down my forehead, cruising down the side of my face before it dripped from my chin onto the broken mirror shards. A dead silence had blanketed the entire house. The only sound left was the drip drop of my falling blood.