Chapter 4 I Miscarried, and the Mistress Laughed
Chapter 4 I Miscarried, and the Mistress Laughed
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Someone screamed in panic, and Jade instinctively dropped the knife, her face turning ghostly pale. “It wasn’t me—I didn’t even touch her!”
I opened my eyes and saw blood trickling down my leg in long, winding streaks.
“Please, save my baby! I’m begging you–call 911!”
Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with them. Only then did they realize I was miscarrying.
I had hoped it might stir even a shred of conscience in them, but their panic quickly turned into something else–twisted delight.
“We didn’t touch her–she miscarried on her own. That’s karma right there!”
“That’s right! Even the heavens are backing Karma Crew. They’re helping us punish this homewrecker!”
Not a single one of them came to help. Instead, they raised their phones and pointed their cameras straight at me. My face, pale from blood loss, became their trophy.
The live stream chat exploded with celebration, hailing this as the justice I deserved.
‘Nice work, streamer–this is so satisfying to watch!‘”
‘This is divine punishment! Even the baby didn’t want a mistress for a mother.’
Feeling my blood grow cold beneath me, I closed my eyes in despair.
Just then, a stern voice broke through the chaos. “What the hell are you all doing?!”
It was the doctor my father had sent.
He took one look at me, then moved fast–before anyone could stop him, he called the police.
Dr. Cole pushed through the crowd, pulled out à medical kit from his bag, and started examining me immediately.
“Ms. Iverson, the baby’s gone.”
The regret in his eyes gutted me completely.
The police station was right next to the complex, so officers arrived within minutes. They glanced around at the wreckage, then looked at me, soaked in blood on the floor. One of them instinctively reached for his handcuffs.
The lead officer came over to assess the situation while the others began taking photos and collecting evidence.
The members of Karma Crew, who had been so full of righteous fury just moments earlier, suddenly lost all their bluster in an instant and scrambled to defend themselves.
“She miscarried on her own–it has nothing to do with us!”
I glared at them, seething. “Officer, these people barged into my home, trashed everything while falsely accusing me of being a mistress, and even threatened to disfigure my face. The emotional trauma caused my miscarriage. I won’t accept any settlement–I want full compensation and legal action.”
Before the officer could respond, Karma Crew jumped in.
“That’s not defamation–she is a mistress! And we never laid a hand on her. She’s just trying to pin her miscarriage on us!”
Jade, with self–righteous fury, added, “She’s been spending my husband’s money! Everything here was bought with his money, which means it’s my money! I was smashing my own man’s stuff–why should I pay for anything? And that miscarriage? That’s on her, not us.”
“We go by evidence. Do you have anything to back up what you’re saying?” One officer reminded.
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Chapter 4 I Miscarried, and the Mistress Laughed
“That’s easy. I’ll just call my husband.”
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With that, Jade pulled out her phone and, the moment the call connected, launched into her performance. “Honey, your mistress is bullying me! Come quick–Preston Court, Unit 2301!”
After she hung up, she shot me a cold look. “You d*mn homewrecker. Don’t even think about extorting me with my husband’s money. I won’t let you get a penny.”
The streamers straightened up, taking her side, hurling sneers my way.
“You’re just some cheap side piece who can’t even show her face in public. Who the hell do you think you are, spending other people’s money and still have the nerve to ask for damages?!”
“She’s probably broke and desperate, trying to squeeze us for whatever she can get.”
I looked at them, these snarling, frothing vultures, and couldn’t help but laugh. Without hesitation, I texted my father and told him to send in our top lawyer.
Mr. Farris had barely arrived when Benjamin walked in.
