I had just stepped through the front door when my 7-year-old son Scott Davis rushed over and hugged my legs. “Mom, I want to be your daddy!” I ruffled his hair and said, “Sweetie, what are you talking about? Have you been watching too many cartoons?” Scott frowned, looking serious. “But I saw Daddy letting Sarah call him that last night. They were also wrestling naked in bed.” I froze on the spot. Sarah Jensen was my husband Henry Davis’s friend. She always said she lacked love growing up and wanted to consider us family. When I confronted Henry, he confidently replied, “Sarah grew up without parents who loved her. She just depends on me. Don’t misunderstand!” I smirked coldly and took out the newly developed Christmas age-reversal drug. “Since Sarah wants to be your daughter so badly, she just needs to take this medicine. In two weeks, she’ll be back to being seven years old.” ***** Henry didn’t take the drug. Instead, he said irritably, “Sarah was abused by her father as a child, and her mother remarried! Isn’t it right for me to care about her?” Looking at his expression, I found it laughable. I pulled out the birth control pills I’d found in the bedroom earlier and tossed them in front of his spaghetti. I asked, “Is your idea of ‘caring for her’ having her take birth control pills in your bedroom?” Henry looked flustered but tried to appear calm. “Sarah takes these pills to regulate her period for a swimming competition.” I clenched my fists, struggling to stay calm. This was absurd and ridiculous… Whenever I suspected something between Henry and Sarah, he always said they were childhood friends who grew up together and couldn’t possibly have an inappropriate relationship. He claimed he just felt sorry for what she’d been through and treated her like family. But once when I came home early from work, I caught Sarah wearing my silk nightgown, watching a movie in Henry’s arms. His hand was caressing her thigh. Even at Scott’s birthday party, Sarah unbuttoned her top in front of everyone, saying she wanted to breastfeed. When Henry swore they were innocent and arranged for her to work out of state, I temporarily stopped suspecting them. But now Scott said they were naked in bed together, and I found birth control pills. I finally confirmed my suspicions were right! The doorbell suddenly rang. Scott ran happily to answer it. “Sarah, you’re finally here! Did you bring me snacks?” Sarah crouched down to hug him, then flashed a fake smile when she saw me. “Audrey, you’re back. You’ve been away for over a month. Henry’s been working hard taking care of Scott alone, so I came to help. Why don’t we all have dinner together?” I didn’t respond. Henry said irritably, “Sarah genuinely cares about us. You should learn from her!” Sarah noticed the birth control pills on the coffee table and said tearfully, “Henry! Why didn’t you put away something so private! This is so embarrassing! Audrey must be judging me…” Watching her throw herself into Henry’s arms crying, I sneered. I knew she had deliberately left those pills in a visible spot in the bedroom. Henry held her protectively and angrily said to me, “I told you Sarah lacked love growing up. How can you have no sympathy?” I laughed coldly. “Tell her not to take those pills in my bed. She can go home to take them.” Then I looked at Sarah and said, “I don’t care what you call my husband, but I don’t accept you as my daughter. I know what you’re up to!” Sarah turned pale. Henry angrily smashed a glass, sending shards flying. He shouted, “Enough! We grew up together. Is it wrong for us to be close?” Scott started crying in fear. He threw a toy car at me and pushed me hard. “I hate you! Bad mom! Get out! You’re bullying Sarah. I don’t want you to be my mom!” I stumbled a few steps before regaining my balance, trembling as I looked at them. I worked tirelessly to give them the best life, only to end up feeling like a clown. After taking a deep breath, I grabbed my suitcase that I hadn’t even unpacked yet and slammed the door on my way out. I returned to my parents’ house, where my brother’s wife, Lily Turner, was sitting on the couch eating chips, looking at me sympathetically. She said, “Audrey, your husband cheated on you, and now you’re back? Sarah is livestreaming about your situation right now…” I frowned. “What?” I clicked on the link Lily sent me and saw the livestream title boldly stating: [Poor Girl Falsely Accused of Being a Mistress.]
On the screen, Sarah was sitting on my bed wearing my pajamas. Her social media account was named “Day 99 Living With My Childhood Friend.” Sarah choked up, “I’ve always treated Audrey like family, but I never expected that just because I took some birth control pills to delay my period, she would accuse me of having an inappropriate relationship with Henry.” Netizens condemned me: [You wreck someone’s family and still act innocent? Get out now.] [Playing pure while being a mistress. That couple’s wedding photo is still on display in the background. Shameless.] Seeing the public opinion supporting me, Sarah cried, “I dropped out of school at fifteen to work at a restaurant, and the manager raped me, then claimed I seduced him. I lost my job because of that. “Later I developed depression, and Henry and Scott were always there for me, taking me to see doctors. “But Audrey called me shameless and said I deserved to be raped. I just wanted to repay Henry’s kindness. Why is she bullying me?” Under her pitiful and plaintive account, the netizens’ opinions began to shift. Then Sarah showed her depression diagnosis. “I’ve been on medication for a long time. If it weren’t for Henry, I might have committed suicide long ago…” Public opinion completely changed. [No one would joke about rape and depression. Audrey is too cruel.] [My heart aches for Sarah. I hope she recovers soon.] After reading the comments, Sarah smiled, “Thank you everyone. Please follow my account. When I reach 1 million followers, I’ll ask Henry to treat everyone to coffee!” I couldn’t stand it anymore and requested to join her livestream. When Sarah saw me appear on the screen, her eyes immediately darted away. I said irritably, “Sarah, you were fired because the manager’s wife reported you with photos of you in bed. Stop making things up.” Sarah immediately burst into tears. Trembling, she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the stretch marks on her stomach and cried out, “Audrey, when I was four months pregnant last Christmas, you suspected me of having an affair with Henry and pushed me down the stairs. “I had a miscarriage and have been living in pain every day. Why are you still treating me like this?” She suddenly grabbed a fruit knife and held it against her abdomen, saying, “Do I need to cut out my uterus for you to leave me alone?” I was shaking with anger. The truth was that she deliberately fell to cause her miscarriage, yet she turned around and accused me. Just then, Henry rushed in, snatched the knife from Sarah’s hand, and immediately cut off the connection. He then took her into his arms to comfort her, “Sarah, don’t be impulsive. We all believe you.” Scott also came stumbling in, crying, “Sarah, please don’t do this. Mom is too mean. I don’t want her anymore. I want you to be my mom!” With their comfort, Sarah cried even louder. The netizens sympathized with her and began to attack me fiercely. [Audrey is so cruel, causing this girl to miscarry. She’s absolutely insane.] [This is attempted murder. Audrey should pay with her life!] [Audrey’s husband and child are both protecting Sarah. Isn’t that proof enough? Even Audrey’s family doesn’t believe her.] The incident was widely discussed. The topic “Protecting the Suffering Single Mother” was shared extensively. My phone kept buzzing with countless vile private messages. Apparently, netizens had found my account. [Do you know how much depression patients suffer? You falsely accused her with bedroom photos. You were the one having an affair with the manager, weren’t you?] [You spread rumors and caused Sarah’s miscarriage. You should pay with your life. Evil woman, just die!] [I heard you’re selling anti-aging medicine. Your medicine must be problematic. If you dare slander Sarah again, I’ll expose all your personal information.] I clenched my fists, furious. Just then, my boss Yohan Smith called me.
He said, “Dr. Carter, our company developed the age-reduction drug with the original intention of healing trauma! “Now the entire internet is saying you discriminate against sexual assault victims. How are we supposed to explain this to our clients?” I replied, “Dr. Smith, everything Sarah said is a lie. I never…” Yohan cut me off harshly, “Enough! She’s now the most prominent and well-known victim. The company has received numerous complaints. You must publicly apologize, or resign!” He paused briefly, then added, “The project you’ve spent nine Christmases developing won’t belong to you anymore. Think about it carefully!” After hanging up, I could barely stand. Henry was protecting Sarah, Scott liked her, and now even my scientific career of nine Christmases was about to be destroyed by her. My eyes turned red with anger as I clenched my fists. Suddenly, shouting came from outside the door. “Where’s that Audrey who discriminates against sexual assault victims? Get out here!” A group of self-proclaimed activists stormed into my parents’ home, smashing things and yelling that they wanted justice for Sarah. I told my family to hide in the bedroom while I held back my rage and tried to explain, “I’ve never discriminated against anyone! You’ve all been deceived by Sarah. She never even…” Someone rushed forward, pushed me down, and began beating me. “She’s depressed because of you, and you even made her miscarry. Go to hell!” “Is it our fault we’re victims? If you keep bullying Sarah, we’ll kill you!” “You can’t control your husband and blame others. Maybe you’ve been cheating all along!” Someone pulled my hair while another repeatedly kicked my abdomen with high heels. Blood kept flowing from my nose until I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, my entire body in excruciating pain. Henry walked in with Sarah and Scott. Sarah pretended to be concerned and said, “Audrey, I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect my fans would be so impulsive. “But you brought this on yourself by hurting victims like us.” Scott looked at me with disgust and said, “Mom, I hope you’ve learned your lesson after getting beaten up. Don’t bully Sarah anymore!” Looking at my own son, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. Henry said coldly, “The online backlash is your own doing. Sarah does social media to raise money for treatment. She’s bringing you attention—you should be thanking her.” I laughed sarcastically, “Attention? Why don’t you livestream her calling you daddy? That would definitely get a lot of views! If you have any dignity, stop using my money!” Henry said, “You’re talking nonsense. Sarah uses her money for charity. Shouldn’t you be supporting her?” That’s when I realized Sarah’s phone was livestreaming. Online viewers were commenting. [You didn’t beat her hard enough. If it were me, I’d kick her to death!] [This cold-blooded doctor should be kicked out of the hospital!] Scott suddenly announced, “I’ve decided to treat Sarah as my mother! I don’t want a bad mom anymore. I want to live with Dad and Sarah!” The livestream audience all expressed their support. In my anger, I kicked them out of the hospital room, accidentally falling from the bed. The IV needle was ripped out, and blood streamed from my hand. In that moment of humiliating collapse, I thought, “If Sarah wants to be Henry’s daughter, then I’ll make it happen!”
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