"Thank you for the generous support. Today, we'll ensure everyone sees the mistress's miserable end!"
The livestream audience responded in unison.
[Down with the mistress and make her lose everything!]
[I've never seen such an arrogant mistress, get her!]
Everyone was eager to see the wife beat the mistress up.
Suddenly, a discordant comment popped up: [It takes two to tango. If your man cheats on you, why don't you beat him up? Why do you beat the mistress?]
The pregnant woman stopped immediately upon seeing the comment.
She looked at the camera with teary eyes.
"Miss, my husband and I have a deep relationship, he would never cheat on me!"
[If he didn't cheat, how did that woman get pregnant?]
Faced with doubts, the pregnant woman shed tears again.
"That mistress shamelessly pesters my husband every day! He's a man, not a saint, and she got her way. Now, she's pregnant and using it to demand my husband's entire estate!
"She threatened my husband, saying if he didn't give her money, she would come to me!
"The most terrible thing is, she said all she had to do was make me miscarry, and then her child would be the legitimate heir! My husband's wealth would be theirs!"
With tears streaming down, the pregnant woman's words ignited the fury of over a hundred thousand viewers on the livestream.
The questioning voices vanished, replaced by curses wishing death upon me and my unborn child.
For some reason, I felt a chill down my spine.
I checked the time—if I didn't leave now, I'd miss my prenatal appointment.
I exited the livestream, grabbed my bag, and opened the door.
But I hadn't expected to run into the support group just exiting the elevator.
As I was about to lock the door, the pregnant woman screamed to her group.
"Ladies, this bitch got news of us and is trying to escape! Stop her!"
The women stormed towards me, blocking my way at the front door.
"Bitch, you feel guilty and want to run now?
Seeing the hatred and madness in their eyes, I couldn't help but frown.
"I'm not a mistress, why should I feel guilty?"
"You bitch, how dare you deny it? You were quite arrogant when you threatened Lucy's husband."
I immediately shook my head.
"You've got it all wrong, I'm not—"
Lucy Lawrence, the pregnant woman, slapped me across the face, supported by another girl.
"A mistress wants to gain status by relying on her son? And you want to split my son's property? You are dreaming!"