My Husband Booked Eight Strippers While I Was Eight Months Pregnant. Chapter 1

When I was eight months pregnant, my husband, Brandon, booked eight strippers at a nightclub.

His female assistant, Tiffany, sat on his lap, watching me with a mocking smirk.

"Brandon, your wife looks like a beached whale! She probably broke the door squeezing in!"

His employees chimed in, echoing her words.

"You can't just be a bloated balloon because you're pregnant and stop us from having fun!"

"Besides, Mr. Brandon just closed a multi-million dollar deal! What right do you, a mere housewife, have to tell him what to do?"

I glared at their sneering faces, then pulled out my phone and called my father.

"The collaboration with Brandon Corp can be canceled."

Brandon had no idea that his multi-million dollar deal was a personal favor my dad gave him, all for my sake.

The phone call ended, and the private room erupted in laughter.

"Brandon, the way she's acting, you'd think she was running Brandon Corp!"

"Has Serena been watching too many soap operas? Does she really think she's some kind of power broker?"

"Everyone knows Serena's been living off Brandon since she got pregnant. I bet she doesn't even have a thousand bucks to her name! And here she is, pretending she can cancel your ten-million-dollar deal."

Brandon looked at me with open disgust, his eyes full of revulsion.

"Serena, you're overdoing it! You're a housewife who needs my money just to buy groceries, and you dare to put on an act in front of me?"

Tiffany, the assistant, leaned flirtatiously against Brandon, her eyes full of scorn as she looked at me.

"Serena, your body's so swollen, you look like a waterlogged corpse! Mr. Brandon doesn't even mind, he still takes care of you. How can you be so ungrateful?"

I looked down at my body, swollen from pregnancy, and a wave of humiliation washed over me.

Brandon and I were college sweethearts. He chased me relentlessly for three years. His sincerity moved me so much that I broke ties with my family to be with him.

After we married, I poured my entire heart into supporting his startup. I even drank myself to stomach bleeding countless times at business dinners just to help him close deals.

Once the company stabilized, Brandon gradually sidelined me, claiming the family needed me more. I had no complaints, happily becoming the woman behind his success.

After I got pregnant, I suffered from such severe morning sickness that I could only sustain myself with IV drips.

But I never imagined that all my devotion would be repaid with such cruel betrayal.

I walked over, grabbed a glass from the table, and poured it straight over Tiffany's head.

"Ah!"

Tiffany shrieked instantly, leaping off Brandon's lap.

Brandon's face darkened. He grabbed my arm tightly.

"Serena, what do you think you're doing?"

I shot him a cold smirk.

"Just helping her sober up, so she can realize her place!"

Tiffany quickly wiped herself, then tearfully threw herself into Brandon's arms, feigning distress.

"Mr. Brandon, I was only thinking of you! Look at Serena, her body is so swollen, she looks like a huge, puffy dough ball. She's completely unpresentable! I was just worried people finding out you have a wife like that would make you lose face!"

Brandon's eyes were terrifyingly dark as he stared at me. He then picked up a bottle of red wine and held it out.

"You better apologize to Tiffany with a drink right now. Otherwise, I'm cutting off your allowance completely. A pregnant woman like you, if you leave me, where do you think you'd go?"

I stared at Brandon in disbelief, my hands clenching into fists.

"Brandon, you want me, a pregnant woman, to drink to apologize?"

Brandon shrugged, unconcerned.

"You're already eight months pregnant, the baby's fully formed. A glass of wine won't do anything."

I took the wine bottle Brandon handed me, looked him in the eye, and snorted coldly. Then, with all my might, I smashed it over his head.

Crash! The wine bottle shattered, scattering glass everywhere.

Brandon clutched his head, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at me.

"Serena, are you insane?"