Chapter Two The Panties

I picked up Zackary's phone and took a look.

On the phone, it was a chat record with Joyce Underwood.

Zackary had a college friend named Manuel Houston.

Joyce, Manuel's wife, and I had met a few times and were considered friends.

Joyce said that Manuel and I were dating.

Zackary at first did not believe it, until Joyce sent a photo.

It was a photo of erotic panties.

The panties looked familiar to me. I had worn them that night before Zackary went on a business trip.

I thought this might be a misunderstanding.

I explained, "Zackary, these are not my panties."

Hearing this, he instead became even more angry.

He walked over and snatched his phone, tapping on it twice.

Then he grabbed my hair and stuck the phone directly to my eyes.

"Take a good look again. If this isn't yours, whose is it?"

There was another picture.

One side of the panties had the words "Zackary Exclusive".

My brain buzzed, and my face instantly went pale.

"It's impossible. After you saw me wearing it, I threw it into the trash can. How can..."

It quickly occurred to me that Mallory loved to steal my clothes.

Once I got off work early. I pushed open the bedroom door, and Mallory was standing naked in front of my closet to pick clothes.

When I asked her, she said she was in the wrong room.

When she left, I realized she had dropped a pair of lace panties on the floor.

Could it be that Mallory was wearing them?

I looked up and said to Zackary, "I know. It was your mom."

"What are you talking about? "Furious, Zackary kicked me in the leg. "How can you slander my mom? She is a decent older woman. She can't possibly wear your panties."

My legs softened, and I instantly fell to my knees.

He raised his hand and slapped me.

My mom was anxious, tugging on his arm and begging, "Zackary, don't beat Lillianna. There must be some misunderstanding here. Let's sit down and talk it over, okay?"

"Stay away from me." Zackary impatiently pushed my mom away.

She fell to the ground as a result.

"Mom." I got anxious and yelled at Zackary, "Zackary, how dare you! My mom has a backache. If you hurt her, my dad won't let you go."

My dad, Peyton, was a police officer.

Zackary was aware of that.

But he was already overwhelmed by anger.

"You are a bitch, so is your mom. Maybe your dad will even thank me for teaching her a lesson."

By this time, a lot of neighbors had gathered in front of my house.

"What's going on here?"

"It seems like Peyton's daughter cheated on her husband."

"I don't think so. Peyton is a decent person. How could he raise such a daughter!"

While the crowd was talking, one of them couldn't stand it anymore.

That guy stood out and said, "Young man, calm down. Men can't beat women. And she is still pregnant."

Zackary twisted his head to look over and said viciously, "Bastard, it's none of your business. It's not your wife who cheats on you."

He scolded that man.

Zackary then coldly yelled at the people who were watching.

"It's a family thing. Even if the police come, what I’m doing isn't a crime. If you get involved or call the police, wait and see. I'll come to you."

When he finished speaking, people went away, giving no concerns anymore.

"Lillianna, you cheated on me, and you want me to raise your bastard child. Do you think I am a fool?" He stared at my belly.

I hadn't seen Zackary being so angry before.

He was like a wild beast at that moment, and the bottom of his eyes were full of anger.

I subconsciously covered my belly and softened my tone.

"Honey, I didn't do anything wrong. If you don't believe me, you can call Manuel over and ask who wore that underwear."

He snorted coldly. "Manuel... You said his name affectionately. You want him to save you? Your wish may not come true. Joyce has already brought a dozen people to catch him. He's toasted."

Zackary saw my dad’s whip not far away and took it down from the wall.

He held it in his hand and asked me, "When exactly did you and Manuel get together?"

I shook my head. "I'm not with him."

"Still refuse to admit it, right?"

Zackary swung the whip.

I closed my eyes and screamed, but I felt no pain.

When I opened my eyes, I found my mom standing in front of me.