My Stepmother Beat Me Until I Had A Miscarriage

"Slut, are you showing off because you're pregnant?"

Scarlett kicked me in the stomach with such force that I flew like a fragile leaf.

Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, and I felt a warm sensation beneath me.

Scarlett's eyes were wild with fury, and her voice echoed like that of a demon. I felt an unprecedented despair.

"And you still dare to deny being a mistress? You're deliberately coming here to snatch Mrs. Hathaway's position, aren't you?

"Do you think I'm scared just because you're pregnant? I'll tell you, that kid won't ever be born.

"Ladies, beat her to death, go all out. If you don't make her abort, it's not over today."

The sight of my battered and vulnerable appearance, as if I were about to breathe my last, seemed to unnerve some of them.

They hesitated, their fear paralyzing them.

To them, beating up a mistress was a matter of honor as long as no one's life was lost.

If the baby was made to abort, it would be akin to murder.

Someone hesitantly suggested, "Scarlett, it's getting late. Maybe we should just call it a day?"

"Call it a day?" Scarlett tossed her head back, her tone icy. "Fine, but don't come crying to me when your man's factory deal falls through."

She looked around at the others, her gaze cold. "And if your kids need a spot in a public school, or if your elderly relatives need a special doctor, or if your children need a promotion at work—don't bother coming to me. Just scatter."

"Come on," the person who had just spoken grabbed Scarlett's hand, trying to placate her with a forced smile. "I misspoke earlier. Mistresses deserve whatever they get. I'll make sure her pretty little face is ruined right away."

"Where's she going?" someone called out as they noticed I had managed to crawl toward the door.

Once again, I was dragged back like a fish out of water, my struggle marking the door with blood stains.

My voice, hoarse and tragic, cried out for mercy, but they all acted as if they were deaf.

Scarlett had them by the neck, and for her satisfaction, they all outdid each other.

One used scissors to brutally slash my face. "Rely on your youth and beauty to seduce someone else's husband? Let's see if you dare to be a mistress again!"

Another kicked my belly like a soccer ball. "See if you dare to sleep with someone else's husband, hoping to climb the social ladder with your dirty tricks."

Yet another tore off my clothes while someone else recorded a video of my nudity. "You little slut, if you dare to tell Mr. Hathaway, I'll post your video online and let everyone know you're a worthless tramp."

And I, powerless, could only shed tears of humiliation.

Before long, a searing pain erupted from within, and blood flowed from between my legs.

I knew my child was gone. During my pregnancy, the doctor had warned me that my health was fragile and that I should take extra care.

After my husband went on a business trip, I came back alone, thinking nothing would happen at home.

Little did I know I would encounter such a group of devils.

My child died in a baseless accusation, never getting a chance to see the world.

I trembled with agony.

The culprits chuckled with a sense of smug satisfaction. "Scarlett, look at this little troublemaker. She can't threaten you anymore. She got what she deserved."

Scarlett nodded approvingly. "That's what happens to mistresses. They get what's coming to them."

At that moment, Scarlett's phone rang. It was Gary calling. She signaled for everyone to quiet down, even covering my mouth to make sure I didn't make a sound.

Gary's cheerful voice came through the phone. "Scarlett, my daughter just texted me saying she's back home. You remember her, the one from the photo I showed you last time? The one I keep in my wallet.

"You saw her? I heard from my son-in-law that my daughter is pregnant. Could you keep an eye on her for me? I'm canceling my meetings and heading back right now..."