Revenge for the "Wrong Number"

Sister Comes

"Please, have some dignity! Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you can do anything you want!"

Now, people were giving me weirder looks. Someone even suggested calling the cops. I froze.

William was a careful man. The moment I showed my ID, he thought one step ahead and shut down any chance of me convincing anyone I was his real wife. Now, I couldn't even use my marriage certificate because he said it was fake.

I wish it were.

Melanie heaved a sigh of relief and rested on William's chest. "If your marriage isn't working out, I can suggest some divorce lawyers, but please don't try to steal my husband."

Divorce. She made sure everyone heard that. She wanted me to get a divorce so she could marry William instead.

William kissed her cheek like she was his most prized treasure. He saw me as nothing but trash.

"Now get out of here! I'm calling the cops next time!" He approached the reception. "Hi, can you get the guards here? We'll need to get rid of this crazy woman. God knows if she's going to hurt anyone. I don't want the other moms to get dragged into this."

He lied as easily as he breathed. The crowd agreed with him.

"Yeah, get her out of here! If you let her stay, I'm going to write a complaint!"

The receptionist called the guards and told them to kick me out. The guards grabbed my arms just to make sure the care center looked professional and put their guests' safety at the top of the list.

I frowned and kept moving backward. Melanie, however, had circled around, and she shoved me ahead. I fell to the ground. A stab of pain came shooting up from my belly, and something hot trickled down my legs.

Melanie covered her mouth as she stifled a gasp. "Oh, I just wanted to help. You were wobbling. I didn't mean to make you fall. You saw her, everyone. She's putting on an act!"

I was going white from the agony, and crimson dyed everything below my waist.

William noticed. He froze for a moment, doing nothing. And my heart turned to ice. He was useless. With my trembling hands, I took my phone out and tried to call an ambulance.

William smacked the phone out of my hands. "Don't try to call the cops! You fell down. This is not the care center's fault!"

The pain was getting worse. Everything around me was turning black. "The baby! I need to protect the baby!"

William was not fazed at all. He kicked the phone away. The others did not do anything, afraid that I was another scammer.

I was isolated. I had no one to help me. So I pushed myself up with whatever strength I had left and dragged myself away, but Melanie stepped on my hand, looking smug as she did so.

"Make a statement. Tell everyone that the care center is not responsible for what's happening to you, and I'll get you an ambulance."

The pain was robbing me of my ability to speak. I was already shivering like a woman thrown into deep winter with nothing but thin clothes covering me.

Then, Jessie strode into the care center like a queen. "Selene, my poor sister. I found it! Your husband cheated on you. Bastard knocked up another girl, and their kid was born two months earlier than whenever yours is coming out! And he gave the mistress your slot at my care center! I'm going to whoop his sorry a—"

The last word died in her throat when she saw me. The receptionists went pale as ghosts. "B-Boss…"