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Joyce deliberately took me to a blind spot without any cameras and said straight to the point: "Serena, do you know that Henry doesn't love you at all?" I sneered: "If he doesn't love me, how could he love you?" Joyce said confidently and sarcastically: "Yes, Henry loves me, we have been together for a long time." I looked at her playfully, with no ripples in my heart. Joyce looked puzzled: "Aren't you angry when you heard that I was with your husband? Don't you want to ask him for an explanation?" I said lightly: "Angry? Why should I be angry about something I don't care about?" Her eyes were reddened by my indifferent attitude. She couldn't understand why I was so calm and at ease when I already knew that Henry had cheated.

" You don't care? I stole your husband, and you don't care?" "I'm pregnant with his child, and you don't care either?" "Don't you hate me at all?" "Don't you want justice for yourself? Go find Henry , ask him for an explanation!" I watched her lose control and fury quietly, and said with a smile: "I believe you two are together, so Henry cheated on me. Why should I care about a cheating man?" "As for you, you're just a poor person, not worthy of my hatred."

Joyce was choked by me and couldn't speak. I didn't want things to end so simply. Changing the subject, I asked, "Do you know why Henry wants to support you?" Joyce was so angry that she was gasping for air, but she did not forget to straighten her back: "Because I'm young and beautiful, I can give birth to his children." "You are such a cold-blooded and heartless person, you deserve your child to die in your stomach!" "Pa!" I raised my hand and gave her a loud slap in the face, "You can offend me, but you can't offend my unborn child!"