My Husband's First Love Caused Me to Have A Miscarriage
Chapter 3
Before I finished speaking, Alice waved impatiently.
"A despicable bitch like her will not give in without being taught a lesson.
"Beat her until she begs for mercy."
Alice's crazy fans were simply a group of lunatics!
They grabbed my hair and dragged me to the corner of the wall, pinching and twisting my face.
My hair, along with blood and flesh, was pulled out clump by clump by them.
The intense pain almost made me faint.
I dared not faint, let alone fight back. I could only protect my belly tightly so that they wouldn't hurt the baby.
"Leon is the father!
"If I lose my baby, he will kill you all!"
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As soon as they heard what I said, they were scared and stopped.
Alice stared at me without blinking. "You said the child is Leon's?"
I struggled to take the paternity test out of the cabinet.
The Hampton family knew about Leon's infertility.
I didn't want them to suspect anything, so I took the initiative to do the paternity test when I was five months pregnant.
The hospital's test report clearly stated that it was Leon's boy.
I thought that after Alice saw the report, she wouldn't dare to do anything.
Unexpectedly, she laughed even more recklessly and casually threw the test report into the trash can.
"When Leon and I were together, he was diagnosed with infertility.
"Who are you trying to fool with a fake report?"
The people around laughed even harder.
"A shameless mistress dreams of becoming the CEO's wife? Yeah, right!"
"If Mr. Hampton knows that she is pregnant with a man's baby and gets a fake certificate from the hospital, he'll probably hate her guts. He may kill her!"
"Only a big internet celebrity like Alice deserves him."
"This cheap bitch isn't wanted even if she chooses to be a hooker."
Alice smiled and said, "Guys, take off this slut's clothes.
"So that the audience in the live stream room can see a whore's body."
I got up in horror and tried to run, but I was held back by several people.
They tore my clothes and took pictures of my private parts.
My back and chest were covered in shoe prints, and even my lower abdomen was kicked a few times.
Alice picked up her phone, leaned in front of me, and made a victory sign towards the foreign audience in the live stream room.
She smiled and said, "Guys, this is what happens to mistresses.
"If you feel satisfied, please type and send 1. If you want us to beat her up harder, type and send 2."
The people in Alice's live stream room were almost as crazy as her. They had no bottom line.
[How could a mistress be so arrogant? Good job, Alice!]
[People like her don't deserve to be mothers!]
[Punishing her is not enough! Get rid of the bastard she's carrying!]
Under the instigation of the bullet comments, the crowd kicked me harder in the stomach.
I curled up in the corner, desperately protecting my belly, begging them.
"You can hit me and humiliate me however you want.
"Please spare my unborn child."
My pleas only brought about intensified humiliation and torture.
My hair was all pulled out, blood flowing down my scalp.
They brought urine from the bathroom and poured it all over me.
I was tortured to the brink of death, curled up in the corner, glaring at Alice.
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