Today was a good day.
I, who never posted on social media, shared a picture of my pregnancy ultrasound.
While netizens were sending their well wishes, my phone alerted me to a trending live stream.
I clicked on it, and the streamer turned out to be Emily, the "best friend" who stole John.
Behind her, a group of glamorous women were marching down the street.
Emily, with an angry expression on her pretty face, spoke to the camera:
"Everyone, I never thought my best friend could be so vicious! She was the one who cheated and dumped my husband during our marriage. Now that John and I are happy, she's jealous and wants him back! She keeps using her ex-wife status to seduce him, and now she's trying to get pregnant to force a remarriage!"
"The most infuriating thing is, she sent me a picture of her pregnancy ultrasound to taunt me, saying I can't even get pregnant!"
"If it weren't for her constant interference causing me to have miscarriages, I would be a mother now!"
"I pitied her after the divorce and helped her out financially from time to time, but she's nothing but a backstabber!"
"If I don't fight back after being bullied like this, I'm not a human being!"
Emily finished her tearful accusations against me, her "snake of a best friend," and rallied her followers:
"Let's take down this bitch! Defend our marriages!"
The glamorous women behind her seemed to empathize, wiping away tears while chanting slogans.
It was clear they all had similar stories of being "wronged."
Viewers in the live stream showered her with support and give her tips:
"This kind of ex-wife is disgusting, such a pain!"
"Don't let her have that baby! Otherwise, she'll cling to your husband like a parasite forever!"
"These women are exploiting loopholes in the law! Some use their children to sabotage their ex-husbands' happiness, and some use them for financial gain!"
"And the streamer's vicious ex-best friend is clearly trying to do both!"
"We must teach these people a lesson! Let them know there are consequences for their actions!"
The overwhelming support from the live stream viewers fueled Emily's fighting spirit.
"Thank you for your understanding and support, everyone! Today, I will make sure this vicious ex-friend gets what she deserves! Watch and see!"
Emily was a somewhat famous beauty influencer. This whole drama was probably just a scripted performance to attract followers and boost her cosmetics sales.
But she shouldn't use me as a stepping stone for her own fame and gain sympathy!
It was she who shamelessly seduced John. After I discovered their affair and found out I was pregnant, I decisively divorced him.
John, who was the one who cheated, forced Emily to get an abortion to minimize his fault and secure a larger share of the marital assets. But now, Emily was shifting the blame for her miscarriage onto me.
People these days have no conscience when it comes to chasing clout.
But coming from Emily, it wasn't surprising.
I recognized several of the glamorous women in her entourage as mistresses who had successfully or were attempting to break up marriages.
This is a society ruled by law, not by their twisted narratives.
I immediately reported her live stream.
Seeing the stream cut off, I scoffed and called John, whom I hadn't contacted in a while:
"John, I advise you to control your wife. If I find her slandering me online again, I won't hesitate to sue her!"
"Sarah, are you crazy?"
John cursed and hung up.
I could tell he still resented me for taking him to the cleaners in the divorce.
Unfazed, I put on my white coat and started seeing patients.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I sent my first patient to the examination room, a rapid knock sounded on the door.
The door swung open, and a swarm of people rushed in.
A phone was shoved in my face:
"Everyone, look! This is my vicious ex-best friend! We're using her as an example today!"
"This bitch is shameless, daring to report my live stream!"
"Luckily, a patient was holding her up, or she would have run away!"
I swatted the phone away and coldly addressed Emily:
"Get out of here with your mob! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
Immediately, someone slapped me across the face:
"You're quite the arrogant mistress! What, you think you're invincible now that you're pregnant?"
The seemingly delicate girl packed a powerful slap.
While I was still reeling, they began hurling insults at me:
"An old hag who can't find a man, trying to use a baby to get back with her ex?"
"Do you really think being his ex-wife gives you the right to be with him again? I spit on you!"
"Today, we, the real wives, will teach you the price of being a slut!"
Patients waiting outside crowded at the door to watch the commotion.
Those who were unaware of the situation, just like the netizens, pointed fingers and whispered judgments.
"I can't believe a doctor would have such a messy private life!"
"I don't dare let her treat me anymore, she's too dirty! I'm going to cancel my appointment and get a refund!"
Suddenly, many people started demanding refunds and compensation for their wasted time.
It was the first day of my clinic's opening, and I didn't want things to get too ugly.
"Emily, you're a homewrecker yourself, what right do you have to yell at me? If you don't want to embarrass yourself further, apologize and leave!"
I thought that once I exposed her true colors, she would be scared and leave immediately.
Unexpectedly, my words only enraged her.
"You're the one who cheated during your marriage! You think everyone's as cheap as you? Just because you're his ex-wife, you think you can seduce my husband without consequences?"
"Sarah, let me tell you, don't think I'll forgive you like I did before just because you're pregnant with my husband's baby! I won't rest until I teach you a lesson!"
I frowned and immediately retorted:
"I'm warning you one last time, I'm remarried! This baby is my husband's!"
Unfortunately, Emily had already built a sympathetic persona on her live stream, and no one believed me.
"Emily, show us the evidence and slap this arrogant mistress!"
I waited calmly for her to present her "proof."
Instead, Emily sneered and showed me two screenshots on her phone.
One was the pregnancy ultrasound I had just posted, and the other was a urine test report.
Coincidentally, both were under my name.
"These were from John's phone! Do you dare say they're not yours?"
I was speechless:
"You better figure out which vixen is actually trying to steal your man, and stop making a scene here!"
Cheating only happens once and countless times.
If John could cheat with Emily, he could cheat with others.
Only a fool like Emily would believe John truly loved her.
But Emily refused to believe me, glaring at me with resentment:
"You told me you would only love John forever, till death do you part!"
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Who hasn't loved a scumbag in their youth? When you seduced John during our marriage, didn't you ever think he might be stolen by another woman one day?"
"I advise you to ask your dear husband who he's fallen for and gotten pregnant now!"
Emily went into a frenzy:
"Bullshit! John was heartbroken by you and only loves me! He loves me so much, he wouldn't cheat with other women!"
I looked at her with pity:
"Believe it or not, I'm not interested in that scumbag. He's not even worthy of my husband's toenail…"
Emily noticed the wedding ring on my finger and hesitated.
But one of her friends quickly brought her back to reality:
"Did you hear that, everyone? She's remarried and has a husband, but she's still trying to seduce her ex! This bitch is incorrigible!"
"That's right! This kind of woman deserves to die!"
"Oh my god, I am stunned! If it weren't for the internet keeping me from getting there, I would climb through the screen and beat this bitch to death!"
"Emily, please don't waste any more time, just do it!"
Everyone in Emily's live stream started giving her tips, urging her and her friends to attack me.
I instantly became a public enemy.
"Sarah, see? This is the voice of the people! Since you dare to be a mistress and get pregnant with my husband's baby, I'll teach you a lesson on his behalf, you cheating bitch!"
"Sisters, it's time to rid the world of this evil! If we don't eliminate this kind of scum, every one of our marriages is at risk!"
"Showing her mercy is being cruel to ourselves! Who knows, she might seduce your husband next!"
These venomous words turned almost all the women present against me.
If looks could kill, I would be dead already!
"I'm warning you, this is a clinic, not a place for you to cause trouble!"
But my words had no effect on Emily and her crazed friends.
"Sisters, smash! Smash her office, smash her livelihood!"
Following Emily's command, the women started wreaking havoc in my clinic.
The newly purchased equipment was instantly destroyed beyond recognition.
My heart ached, and I rushed to protect the equipment:
"These are all imported state-of-the-art equipment! You can't afford to replace them!"
These words only angered Emily and her friends even more.
They pushed me to the ground and started kicking and punching me.
"A cheap mistress, spending another man's money, dares to act all high and mighty in front of us, the real wives!"
"The moment you cheated on your husband, you were only fit to live in the gutter!"
Then, a particularly dim-witted woman made a remark that ignited the crowd's fury.
"Guys, listen to her tone! It sounds like this is her clinic! How many men must she have seduced to get the money for this?"
Emily stopped her assault and took out her phone to check the clinic's legal owner.
Upon discovering it was indeed my clinic, she went ballistic with jealousy:
"This bitch is telling the truth! She's shameless enough to use my husband's hard-earned money to open a clinic!"
"We won't stop until we smash this place to the point where it can never reopen! We owe it to ourselves!"
The netizens were even more outraged:
"How can a bitch like this open a clinic? She must have used some shady connections! Guess who she slept with to get this?"
"Everyone, take note! Don't go to this clinic! Who knows how dirty it is!"
The commotion was getting out of hand. Security guards, alerted by the noise, rushed in to maintain order.
Unfortunately, the patients sided with Emily.
"Garbage! Wasting our time! Pay us back! Compensate us for our lost wages!"
Caught between the patients and me, the security guards were unable to get close enough to help without resorting to violence.
With a subtle glance, I signaled a nurse to sneak away and call the police.
But a sharp-eyed patient spotted her, and the nurse's phone was snatched and smashed to pieces.
"Like attracts like! Even this bitch has people defending her! Let's all destroy her clinic!"
More people joined the destructive mob.
Seeing the advanced equipment my husband and I painstakingly imported being destroyed, I was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Stop! This equipment is cutting-edge technology, don't touch it!"
But no one listened, they only became more fervent!
As if that wasn't enough, Emily dragged me into the crowd and put me on trial:
"Everyone here and in the live stream, tell me, what should we do to a shameless mistress like this?"
Someone immediately suggested:
"We must make her lose the baby! Make her miscarry every time she gets pregnant, see if she still has the guts to be a mistress!"
"We should also scar her face! Carve 'mistress' on her forehead so we can spit on her wherever she goes!"
As they were about to storm the MRI room, I remembered my first patient, a woman with a heart condition, was undergoing an examination.
Ignoring Emily's attempts to stop me, I yelled at the frenzied crowd:
"Don't go in there! The patient inside can't handle this!"
But my words only excited them further.
"What do you think will happen if her patient gets hurt because of her?"
Some patients tried to intervene and question their actions, but their voices were drowned out by Emily and her friends' screams.
"Don't be afraid, everyone! Our husbands are rich and powerful, we don't need to worry about this little thing!"
At this moment, I realized Emily had brought a group of truly insane women!
The doctor in the examination room only managed to resist for three seconds before being dragged out and thrown to the ground.
Just then, the patient who had finished her examination emerged.
She turned off her phone's live stream and sternly addressed Emily:
"Young lady, you keep saying John is your husband, do you have any proof?"
"What right do you have to touch Sarah?"
Emily, angered by the patient's questions, slapped her without hesitation.
"I see why Sarah is protecting you, you're in cahoots!"
Seeing my former mother-in-law, Linda, struggling to breathe after the slap, I immediately crawled over to check on her.
"Linda, are you okay?"
Linda clutched her chest, her finger trembling as she reprimanded Emily:
"I never knew my son married such a shrew!"
Linda's words silenced the crowd for a moment.
But the silence was quickly broken by Emily's mocking laughter.
"You old hag are quite clever, pretending to be John's mother, Linda. But Linda lives abroad, not just anyone can impersonate her!"
Linda, furious, tried to take out her phone to call John, but Emily snatched it away:
"Want to call the police or ask for help? No way!"
When I divorced John, the doctors abroad warned that Linda couldn't handle any more emotional stress.
Out of compassion and respect for Linda, who had always been kind to me, I maintained a good relationship with her.
This time, she returned to the States specifically because she heard about my clinic's advanced equipment and higher success rate for heart surgery.
But who knew she would encounter her son's mistress right after returning?
Seeing Linda clutching her chest in increasing distress, I panicked and shouted for someone to take her to the emergency room.
But Emily blocked our way:
"Stop pretending! You two are good actresses, but if you want to escape, you have to ask everyone if they agree!"
Fueled by the mob's anger, Linda and I were treated like villains.
With a slight push from Emily, Linda collapsed to the ground.
I was on the verge of tears:
"Emily, this is John's mother! You haven't even married into the family yet, and you're trying to kill your future mother-in-law?"
Emily scoffed:
"You're really committed to this performance!"
"Don't be fooled, everyone! I was her best friend for years and she played me like a fiddle. Imagine how good her acting skills must be!"
While performing CPR on Linda, I yelled at the security guards:
"Save her first! It's an emergency!"
Chaos erupted.
When the security guards finally broke through the crowd and were about to lift Linda onto the gurney, she lost her pulse.
My eyes widened in horror:
"Hurry! It'll be too late if we wait any longer!"
My urgency was perceived as nothing more than a performance by the onlookers.
Emily grabbed my hair and pushed me to the ground.
Just as a knife was about to plunge into my abdomen, Ashley, John's sister who had just returned from paying her bill, shielded me with her body.
But the knife grazed her carotid artery before lodging itself in my arm.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The chaotic scene froze.
"Murder!"
"Murder!"
As the crowd scattered, John, drenched in sweat, rushed to the scene.
He only glanced at me before exploding in rage:
"Sarah, you bitch! Why did you provoke Emily?"
"You deserve to be beaten!"
I clutched Ashley's bleeding neck, but the pain in my abdomen and the fear in my heart rendered me speechless.
To John, my silence was an admission of guilt after being caught in a lie.
He embraced the frightened Emily, wanting to leave the scene immediately.
But with so many witnesses, everyone having seen Ashley being injured and bleeding profusely, no one wanted to bear the responsibility.
The crowd surrounded Emily, who realized the gravity of the situation and wanted to escape:
"You can't leave!"
"You injured someone, you have to wait for the police!"
Finally, the onlookers, realizing the seriousness of the situation, called the police.
I glanced at Linda, lying unattended on the gurney, my heart filled with bitterness.
The golden ten minutes were gone.
Linda was dead.
Now, the most important thing was to save Ashley.
I forced myself to calm down and spoke with difficulty:
"John, take Ashley to the operating room now! It'll be too late if we wait!"
The bleeding from her carotid artery was too severe!
I could barely feel Ashley's pulse.
Emily immediately nestled in John's arms, pretending to cry:
"John, don't believe her! She's a doctor, it's easy for her to use fake blood as props. This is all an act, don't fall for it!"
A surgeon pushed through the crowd, wanting to treat Ashley, but John kicked him away:
"Another actor? Get out of here! Don't think you can frame my wife with a little performance!"
I didn't understand Emily's madness.
She had just slashed her future husband's sister's carotid artery with her own hands, and she still dared to call it acting.
Was human life so trivial in her eyes?
And John, the idiot, was actually preventing the doctor from saving his own sister.
If Linda knew she and her daughter were killed because of John, she might just come back to life and beat him to death!
Unfortunately, this wasn't a comedy.
Overwhelmed by grief and pain, my abdominal cramps intensified.
It seemed like I might lose the baby.
But I had to save Ashley's life.
"John, are you stupid? Can't you see your mother is already dead? If you don't care about your sister now, she'll die too!"
My scream parted the crowd, and John finally saw the gurney that had been pushed to the corner.
He hesitated, then pushed Emily aside and stumbled towards the gurney.
One look, and John froze.
His hand trembled as he checked Linda's breathing, and he almost collapsed to the ground:
"Mom!"
His heartbroken cry shocked everyone present.
The live stream chat was filled with question marks.
"???"
"What's going on?"
"The streamer's husband called that old lady 'Mom'?"
"Could it be that the bitch was telling the truth?"
"What are you talking about? Have you ever seen a real bitch be so arrogant?"
"Maybe this philandering man can't handle both women, so he's putting on a show!"
"So, does that mean the ex-wife has the upper hand because she's pregnant? No wonder the current girlfriend is so eager to attack her!"
"Ugh! What kind of best friend is that?"
…
No one paid attention to the heated discussions online.
Emily rushed over and supported the staggering John, worriedly saying:
"Honey, are you confused? How can you mistake someone else for your mother?"
John's response was a resounding slap across her face.
It was crisp and loud.
But I had no time to savor it.
Ashley's blood, staining my clothes, was flowing more and more rapidly. I didn't dare move.
"John! Save your sister first!"
John stumbled over, his face pale as a sheet, and brushed Ashley's hair aside.
His already pale face turned even whiter:
"Ashley! Ashley!"
"Someone! Someone help my sister!"
After performing basic first aid, the surgeon helplessly told John:
"I'm sorry, your wife destroyed all the equipment and surgical instruments in our clinic. We can only wait for an ambulance from another hospital…"
John abruptly looked up, his eyes filled with hatred as he glared at the distraught Emily:
"You killed my mother and injured my sister?"
John finally noticed the bloodstains on Emily's hands.
Emily stumbled backward, retreating into her group, but her friends quickly distanced themselves from her.
She looked around in confusion, stammering:
"It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"
"This is all Sarah's acting!"
"I didn't know they were your mother and sister!"
The crowd erupted once more.
"What?"
"Isn't she his wife? How could she not even recognize her husband's mother and sister?"
"Remember when the mother said she hadn't married into the family yet?"
"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense if you don't know anything! John and I are engaged, we're getting married soon!"
Emily yelled, facing the questioning gazes.
Unfortunately, her outburst made even the patients who initially supported her start to doubt and criticize her.
The netizens in the live stream also gradually realized something was amiss.
Seeing the tide turning against her, Emily quickly ended the live stream.
When the ambulance arrived, it was too late.
Ashley didn't make it.
Before she died, Ashley looked at John with resentment:
"John! I hate you!"
John frantically shook Ashley's lifeless body:
"Ashley! Ashley!"
But Ashley was gone.
Only then did Emily realize the gravity of her actions.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I really didn't know they were your family! They didn't look like the people in the family photo you showed me!"
John grabbed Emily's neck, his eyes filled with madness:
"You bitch, why don't you just die! Because my mother didn't approve of our marriage, you wanted to use this opportunity to kill them?"
Emily was stunned by John's words:
"Honey, what are you talking about? How can you say I killed them? It was you and Sarah who rekindled your old flame and got her pregnant! I was just here to defend my rights as your wife, was I wrong?"
"It was you who refused to let me meet your family, how can you blame me for not recognizing them?"
John tightened his grip on Emily's neck, his voice filled with rage:
"If I really wanted to marry you, I would have done it long ago! You dared to seduce me while I was married, who knows whose husband you'll seduce next? Do you think I dare take a woman like you home?"
"As for Sarah, that bitch who took everything from me in the divorce, I should be the one wanting her dead, not getting back together with her! Use your brain for once!"
Emily was struck dumb by his words.
"But the urine test report on your phone was clearly Sarah's!"
This time, John didn't answer.
He just tightened his grip on Emily's neck.
Emily struggled to pry his hands away, but she couldn't.
Finally, the security guards pulled John away, allowing Emily to gasp for air.
She coughed violently, but still stubbornly asked John:
"Why? I did everything for you, and you lied to me in the end?"
The onlookers, their phones recording the scene, were shocked.
"So, she was the mistress all along? And a failed one at that!"
I couldn't help but feel sorry for Emily's stupidity.
If John truly loved her, why would he delay marrying her for so long?
He clearly only saw her as a plaything.
From the moment she seduced him, John had labeled her as a mistress, nothing more.
It was laughable that she actually believed she had found true love.
Just then, a pale-faced girl rushed over and slapped John across the face.
"Scumbag! You lied to me!"
I recognized her as one of Emily's friends.
John cowered, frowning at her:
"What are you doing here? Can't you be quiet even when you're pregnant?"
Emily stared at her friend in disbelief:
"Chloe, you and him…"
Chloe took a step back, seemingly afraid of Emily's wrath.
"I… I'm pregnant with his child… John said I was his girlfriend…"
I looked at John in disbelief, curious about his charm.
He was already getting fat, yet he could still make young girls fight over him, even to the point of committing murder.
The most tragic figure was Emily, who brought this upon herself.
She had seduced her best friend's husband, and now karma had come full circle, as she was betrayed by her own friend.
Emily went berserk, throwing her bag at Chloe:
"Bitch! So it was you who seduced my husband and got pregnant to force him to choose you!"
"I treated you like a sister, and you tried to steal my husband! Are you even human?"
"Are all the men in the world dead? Did you have to steal mine?"
The friends who had been supporting each other were now engaged in a catfight.
"You two aren't even legally married, you can't just claim he's your husband!"
"Don't you know how you seduced him in the first place?"
At this moment, I realized that Chloe must have changed the name on the urine test report to mine.
It was all to divert Emily's attention and buy herself time to secure her position.
Unexpectedly, Emily's actions today caused such a huge mess.
Someone in the crowd, probably an aspiring influencer, started live-streaming the scene.
This jaw-dropping drama, with its twists and turns, captivated the netizens.
"Oh my god, this is the most dramatic story of the year!"
"Could it be that everyone in this group is a homewrecker?"
After a moment of silence in the live stream chat, people started coming forward with accusations:
"The one in the top left corner seduced my ex-husband while I was pregnant."
"The one in the middle seduced my husband a year after our wedding."
"The one on the right seduced my sister's husband while she was on a business trip."
…
After multiple confirmations, the netizens were stunned.
"When did these homewreckers become so brazen? They actually have the nerve to claim they're the victims, disgusting!"
"That streamer, Emily, is the most disgusting one! Because I felt sorry for her, I bought thousands of dollars worth of cosmetics from her live stream! I'm demanding a refund and leaving a bad review!"
"I'm doing the same!"
It turned out that Emily was promoting her cosmetics during her live stream while accusing me of being a mistress.
Her seemingly flawless plan had backfired spectacularly.
Emily wanted to use the netizens to ruin my reputation, but she never expected to fail so miserably.
And she never imagined that the person who truly stole her "husband" was her own "best friend."
Clutching my aching abdomen, I finally saw my husband, Michael Davies, arrive with the police.
