Since My Best Friend Married My Father

Emma's whereabouts were always kept secret. I was just her scapegoat. How could I possibly know where she was?

I straightforwardly replied, "Emma is an adult. How can I control where she goes? I'm not her mother!"

Not hearing the answer he wanted, my dad flew into a rage and slapped me hard across the face.

My head buzzed from the blow, and anger boiled inside me.

But at the same time, I felt even more anticipation.

Is this all it takes to make you angry?

A greater wrath awaits you!

Seeing the stubbornness in my eyes only fueled his fury further.

"For so many years, I've spoiled you too much! Do you think your stubbornness means I can't do anything about you?"

Saying this, he pulled out my phone from my pocket, turned it on, unlocked it by scanning his face, and began searching through my contacts.

After finding the contact he wanted, he ordered the bodyguards to cover my mouth.

Then he dialed the number.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

My boyfriend David Foster's gentle voice came through the phone.

My dad shot me a glance and coldly snorted.

"I'm Olivia's father."

David's breathing quickened, faintly mixed with ambiguous female moans but quickly covered by his voice.

"Uncle Jones, did Olivia upset you? I'm currently working out. Once I'm done, I'll have a good talk with her."

In fact, in my previous life when I called David, I often heard such sounds.

But due to trust, I never thought much of it.

Now I realized where those moans came from and understood that what David referred to as "working out" was actually happening in bed.

Thinking back on how they had deceived me like this in my past life only intensified my desire for revenge.

My dad completely missed the underlying tension and continued earnestly.

"I called to tell you that my daughter's private life is very chaotic. She often mingles with dubious men and is addicted to gambling."

"As a man, I feel very sorry for you. No man should have to wear a green hat every day."

"Although we've only met a few times, I can tell you're a loyal and honest good kid at first glance."

"I sincerely believe that this shameless daughter of mine doesn't deserve you. It's better if you don't waste your time on her. Just break up with her."

My dad mercilessly dragged me through the mud while praising David—who was putting a green hat on him—to high heaven.

After hanging up the phone, he gestured for the bodyguards to let go of my mouth and smugly said.

"How does it feel now? Do you know what it's like to lose your loved one?"

"Now tell me—where is Emma?"

He thought he had me cornered. Instead, I found it laughable.

I glanced at the time. There was less than half an hour left until Emma's miscarriage.

The show was about to begin.

I raised an eyebrow and teasingly said to my dad, "Why not wait a bit longer? Your wife will contact you soon."

Seeing that I remained indifferent only made him more furious. "Still acting tough? Today I'll make sure your reputation is ruined!"

"Take her away!"

The bodyguards immediately dragged me toward the community entrance.

This commotion quickly attracted onlookers nearby.

As more people gathered around us, my dad deliberately exaggeratedly proclaimed my 'crimes' in public.

In an instant, everyone nearby surrounded me and began pointing fingers.

"This is too much! The stepmother treats her so well. It's one thing not to appreciate it but now she's sucking her stepmother dry after getting her pregnant. This is clearly harming others! If it were me, I'd have kicked her out long ago!"

"This woman is the epitome of an ingrate. No matter how well you treat her, she only cares about herself! My sister married someone else as a stepmother. She works three jobs just to support her stepdaughter but ends up being resented for not being capable enough while her stepdaughter steals all their money and even mortgaged their house. Now she's drowning in debt and taking antidepressants!"

"An ingrate like this is like raising a murderer beside you. Whoever encounters her will be unlucky!"

"The worst part is she's dirty. She already has a boyfriend but still messes around with other men. Living in the same community as someone like this is just bad luck."

Everyone spat out curses as if they were throwing stones at me—treating me as if I were an irredeemable villain.

My dad looked down at me disdainfully and taunted, "So? Still want to act tough?"

He thought he had grasped my weakness while waiting for me to back down.

But I remained unfazed and coldly replied, "Is this all you've got? Just these people from the community? No matter how fiercely they curse at me here, it won't matter once I've moved away. You should invite some internet celebrities over for a live stream—that might actually make me infamous."

My dad's expression darkened as he gritted his teeth, "Fine! I'll grant your wish!"

With that said, he dialed another number again.

I felt even more excited inside.

Let it stir.

The bigger the commotion, the better.

I hope the whole world finds out about what this stepmother has done!