"Do you take me for a three-year-old? Don't feed me that bullshit. You got pregnant with James's child to frame Hawthorne, to have him raise your baby while you two steal his family's fortune?
"You can't even fool me with a cheap trick like that, and you thought you could outsmart Hawthorne? No, no, no. I see what's happening. You're not trying to trick him; you're trying to play me for a fool, aren't you?
"I'm telling you, Patti, you're still playing games with me even now. You're a worthless, scheming slut trying to use another man's child to climb the ladder, is that it? You want to have a child? You want to give him a son? I'll show you!"
Consumed by rage, Mrs. Mercer kicked Patti hard in the stomach. Patti writhed on the floor in pain. Soon, she couldn't withstand the brutal assault. The sharp pain in her abdomen intensified, and two streams of blood began to flow from between her thighs.
Sweat beaded on Patti's forehead as she curled into a ball, crying out.
"My stomach hurts so much! I'm going to die! Please, stop hitting me! Mrs. Mercer, please let me go. I'm not lying, I swear. Everything I said is true.
"If you don't believe me, bring James here. Let him face me! We were really just trying to use the baby to scam Hawthorne. I never wanted to take your place. I never wanted to be the next Mrs. Mercer."
After her flurry of blows, Mrs. Mercer still wasn't satisfied, but she was out of breath. She slapped Patti twice more before sinking onto the sofa, panting.
"Don't you worry. That bastard James is already on his way. He doesn't know you're here yet. When he arrives, we'll see how you two dogs turn on each other.
"Let me tell you something. James built his career on my family's money. At a critical moment, do you really think he'll side with you? I don't believe a word you've said, but even if it were true, I could make James twist the truth into whatever I want.
"I'm going to show you who's more ruthless, you or me. Since you and James love each other so much, I'll let you be a pair of star-crossed lovers in hell."
Mrs. Mercer sat in the living room and waited. Before long, the sound of a car horn echoed from the courtyard. She knew James had arrived. Patti, having heard Mrs. Mercer's chilling words, was now deathly pale.
Blood was still seeping from between her legs, and she was on the verge of collapsing from blood loss.


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The readers' comments on the novel: The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge
I can’t even read this sickening story anymore, this couple didn’t even get a chance to be really happy before their marriage was torn apart. It had been dragged out long enough....
If Gwyn gets an abortion I am going to stop reading this story, I believe in pro-choice but come on. Why can't he just tell her what he is really doing with Patti instead of letting her think she is a mistress....
Why no updates? It’s been so long! Pls update....