Chapter 73 My Woman

I felt dizzy and my face was burning hot.

As the people around me pointed and whispered, I knew this was my only chance to cry for help, "I don't even know this guy, and I'm not his wife, please, somebody save me."

Brother Dao's face darkened, and he slapped me across the face again. My cheek went numb from the hit, "You dirty bitch, we've been married for three years, had two kids, while I slaved away to support the family, only to find out neither of those kids are mine. Now you're abandoning them to elope with some bastard, and you say you don't know me?"

After saying that, he clamped his hand over my mouth, preparing to drag me away.

Generally speaking, on the streets, no one really intervenes in others' domestic affairs, especially since Brother Dao had preemptively painted me as a loose woman planning to run away from home.