There was this guy at the office who lived for spreading rumors about female coworkers. When one woman wore a bodycon dress, he’d joke she was “definitely into kinky stuff after hours.” When another got promoted with a raise, he’d claim she “slept her way to the top” with the boss. When he saw me leaving work in a Bentley, jealousy ate him alive. He started telling people I had three sugar daddies. He even followed me and cut me off in traffic. “Driving so fast, you got a sugar daddy waiting?” I just snarled back: “You’re wasting my time, and you’ll regret this!” Turns out, I was speeding because there was a pregnant woman in labor in my backseat. And that woman? His wife. On the way to the hospital, some guy in a Volkswagen cut me off three times on purpose. I was in a rush, so I let it go. But my patience only egged him on. BANG. He forced me to a complete stop. When I rolled down my window and got a good look at his face, I realized it was Dylan Pierce—that guy from work who loved labeling everyone. He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he swaggered out of his car, looking all smug and mocking. “Driving so fast, you got a sugar daddy to service?” A luxury car getting cut off downtown quickly drew a crowd. “This is wild. Some dude in a beat-up VW picking a fight with a Bentley? He must have a death wish.” I’d had enough. I pushed open my door and stepped out. “Dylan, there’s an emergency. Move out of my way before you regret it.” But he didn’t care. He glanced at the Bentley logo and sneered. “Emergency?” He raised his voice, making sure everyone around could hear. “Your emergency’s meeting your sugar daddy, right? Can’t wait to service your client—hope you can keep up with his demands.” “Makes sense. How else would a regular employee afford a Bentley unless she’s selling herself?” His words lit up the crowd. “See? Told you. No office worker drives a Bentley. She’s definitely a sugar baby.” “Gross. Stay back—might catch something.” The crowd’s admiring looks at the luxury car turned to daggers aimed at me. I let out a bitter laugh. What, rich families don’t have daughters? But right then, the pregnant woman in the backseat—Pearl Anderson—was clutching her heavily pregnant belly, face ashen with pain. If I didn’t get her to the hospital soon, someone could die! Seeing me stay quiet, Dylan got bolder. He stepped closer, spittle flying as he talked. “Cat got your tongue? Feeling guilty?” “Hey princess, why not share your secrets for landing a Bentley?” “I’m sure everyone here would love to know.” The crowd snickered and nodded along. Their judgmental stares burned into me. I felt suffocated. I clenched my fists, jaw tight enough to crack. “Whether my money’s clean or not is none of your business.” “Your wife is in the car, she is in labor. If something happens because of your games, you’ll regret it forever.” Dylan laughed like I’d told the funniest joke ever. “Please, my wife’s due date isn’t for weeks! You think I’ll fall for that?” “Iris, you’re so desperate to meet your sugar daddy you’re using my wife as leverage?” Then a twisted idea crossed his face. “Fine. If you, Iris Bennett, publicly admit you’re a prostitute, I’ll move.” He turned to the crowd again. “Listen up! This woman’s nothing but a gold-digging whore!” “Remember her face! If you’re dating, steer clear—she’ll drain your bank account!” The crowd erupted in laughter. People pulled out phones to record me. I trembled with rage, chest heaving. “Dylan, you say I’m selling myself, do you got any proof?” “If not, that’s slander. I’ll call the cops right now and sue you for defamation.”
He froze for a second, then lost it completely. “Iris, don’t push me!” “I’m doing you a favor! Trying to help you see sense! If you escalate this, you’ll be the one humiliated!” I stayed calm, face steady. “I’ve got nothing to hide. Why would I be ashamed?” “But you are spreading lies about me? I’ll make sure you pay for this.” Dylan’s face turned purple with rage. “Fine! If you want to humiliate yourself, be my guest!” He fumbled for his phone, held it up high, and yelled. “Everyone, look! Here’s the proof!” The crowd leaned in. People nearby craned their necks, then gasped. “There it is. Let’s see her explain this!” On his screen was a video of a woman linking arms with some middle-aged guy, walking into a fancy hotel… And the woman’s build and hair looked exactly like mine. According to this video, Dylan was telling the truth. I was the liar. “That’s definitely her! Case closed!” “Wow, she looks so innocent—but she’s a total gold digger!” “No question—she’s definitely a sugar baby!” Dylan smugly put his phone away and smirked at me. “Cat got your tongue? Weren’t you tough a minute ago?” “You wanted proof? Is this video enough?” “Admit you’re a escort, get on your knees and apologize, and I’ll let you go. Deal?” My mind raced, looking for holes in his story. He thought a deepfake video would take me down? He really underestimated me—he had no idea I was set to inherit a company. But I didn’t call him out right away. Instead, I put on a devastated expression, eyes watering as I grabbed Dylan’s hand. “I was wrong earlier. Thank you.” Everyone—including Dylan—looked shocked. “Thank me for what?” I kept going. “Thank you for showing me I was violated without even knowing it.” “Please send me that video. I need to report that creep immediately!” He froze, yanking his hand back and scowling. “Iris, what are you talking about?” “You obviously did this willingly. Stop playing the victim!” I ignored him and started sobbing in front of everyone. My cries were loud and desperate. “If that monster hadn’t drugged me, this never would’ve happened!” “If no one believes me, I’ll end my life to prove I’m innocent!” I made a dramatic move like I was going to hurt myself. The crowd, clearly moved, rushed to stop me. Then I wiped my tears and spoke firmly. “I’m calling the cops. And the media!” Dylan’s face went white. “Are you crazy? You can’t go public with this! Do you want everyone to know? You’ll embarrass the whole company!” I stared him down. “Why shouldn’t I call the police? You’re the one who just accused me of being drugged and assaulted, remember?” “I just want the police to get me justice. Is that so wrong?” Dylan’s face turned purple. He kicked his car in rage. “Iris, I’m warning you—you’re not calling the cops today!” “As a company employee, I won’t let you ruin our reputation!” I let out a bitter laugh. Now he suddenly cares about company reputation? I had no intention of actually calling the police. I just needed to scare him. After all, the pregnant woman in the car couldn’t wait much longer. I needed to wrap this up fast. Ignoring Dylan’s yelling, I pulled out my phone and made a call. “Mr. Harrison, I need you to come down. I have a video that needs authentication.” Within ten minutes, a black sedan pulled up. A middle-aged man in a suit carrying professional equipment got out. This was Mr. Harrison—one of the top AI forensics experts in the field. After hearing the situation, he connected his equipment to Dylan’s phone. Within minutes, he had his answer. “This video was created using AI face-swapping and motion synthesis technology.” The crowd exploded. This time, their anger was directed at Dylan.
“He faked the video to slander her! What a scumbag! That’s messed up!” “I knew something was fishy. No way a nice girl would do that. He totally set her up!” “He must be jealous she drives a Bentley, so he tried to ruin her reputation! What a creep!” Dylan turned white as a sheet. He stammered, unable to get words out. I walked up to him, voice dripping with disdain. “So I wasn’t drugged after all. Just slandered with a deepfake video.” “Dylan, you really can’t stand seeing others succeed? You can’t get promoted, so you assume every successful woman slept her way up? See someone with a nice car and you turn green with envy?” “Your small-mindedness is sad and laughable.” The crowd started pointing and whispering about Dylan. Dylan’s eyes turned dark with hatred as he glared at me. “Iris!” “You just wait!” Remembering the pregnant woman in the car, I didn’t waste another second. “Dylan, your Volkswagen can’t outrun my Bentley, can it?” “If you want your wife to be okay, move out of my way!” He scoffed. “Someone like you doesn’t deserve to say my wife’s name.” I ignored him and got back in the car. The engine roared to life as I started it. In the rearview mirror, I saw Dylan frozen, eyes blazing with anger. My heart skipped a beat. I worried he might do something desperate. I was about to tell Pearl to hold on. But before I could speak, I heard screeching brakes and a crash behind me. BANG! A massive jolt hit the back of the car, sending it lurching forward. My forehead nearly hit the steering wheel. From the back seat, Pearl cried out, clutching her stomach tighter. I looked back. Dylan’s car was smashed into my Bentley’s rear bumper. His bumper was totaled. He was slumped over his steering wheel, eyes bloodshot, glaring at me like a rabid animal. “Iris! How dare you show off your fancy car! How dare you flaunt your money!” “I’ll teach you a lesson for crossing me!” Another crash. He rammed me again. The car shot forward half a meter. My forehead slammed into the steering wheel. Everything went black. From the back seat came Pearl’s scream of agony. “Ahh! My belly, my baby…” “It hurts so bad…” Ignoring my throbbing head, I spun around. Pearl was curled up in the back seat. Her white dress was soaked in blood. “The baby… my baby… please be okay…” Cold sweat broke out across my forehead. I fumbled for my phone to call 911. Then someone started kicking my car door. Dylan stormed out of his car, face contorted with rage. “Iris! You can’t even drive?!” “Typical woman driver!” “You caused this crash! You’re paying for my car!” “Or I’ll make sure you get fired!” I laughed in disbelief. “Dylan, you’ve got some nerve twisting this around.” He kept ranting, demanding I get out of the car. But the situation was critical. I just needed the ambulance to hurry. Pearl’s breathing was getting weaker. The blood stain on the seat kept spreading. Looking at Dylan’s smug face, I ground my teeth. “Dylan, shut up. Someone in this car is dying.” “Dying? What’s that to me?” Dylan sneered and kicked the door again. “Quit making excuses! You’re just avoiding the bill!” “You drive a Bentley and act so high and mighty? Pay up!” “Or you’ll be sorry!” He kept rambling, spewing the same insults. I bit my lip and tried one last time, as calmly as possible. “Dylan, the person in this car is your wife!” “She’s in critical condition because of you!” “Dylan, you bastard! You’ll regret this!” That made him even angrier. “You bitch, how dare you drag my wife into this? You want to die?” “Fine! I’ll grant your wish!” He grabbed the door handle, trying to yank it open. But the second he saw who was in the back seat, his face went ghostly white… He froze like he’d been struck by lightning, lips trembling. “Honey? Why… why are you here?” “How did you end up in this car?”
His eyes turned red. He frantically tugged at the door handle, fumbling for what felt like forever. Finally, I hit the unlock button and he stumbled inside. Pearl’s dress was completely soaked in blood now. Her eyes were half-open, barely breathing as she looked at him. “Dylan… our baby…” “Is he… leaving us?” “No, no, he’s not!” Dylan reached for Pearl but hesitated, afraid to hurt her. His hand hovered, shaking. He looked up at me, voice cracking. “Iris, why the hell didn’t you tell me sooner?! Hurry, get her to the hospital!” I almost laughed. “Dylan, I did warn you. You just didn’t listen.” “And your car’s totaled because you crashed it. How am I supposed to drive now?” Watching him panic, I felt nothing but bitter irony. I said flatly, “I already called an ambulance. It’s on the way.” Before long, the ambulance arrived. As paramedics lifted Pearl onto the stretcher, Dylan tried to follow, but I blocked him. “Dylan, let’s be clear. You faked that video to slander me and deliberately crashed into my car. This isn’t over.” Dylan pushed me aside and climbed into the ambulance, calling Pearl’s name frantically. I followed them to the hospital. Outside the ER, Dylan crouched in the hallway, clutching his hair, voice trembling with fear. “How did this happen?” “Pearl’s due date was still three months away. How…?” He looked nothing like the arrogant man who’d rammed my car—just pathetic. I leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. “Your wife went into premature labor…” “Dylan, if it weren’t for your paranoia and spite, Pearl wouldn’t be here. I could’ve gotten her to the hospital safely!” “You did this to her!” That set him off. He pointed a finger at my face and started cursing. “No! It wasn’t me!” “It’s you! You evil woman! You did this on purpose!” After what felt like hours, the ER doors finally opened. A doctor stepped out, and Dylan rushed over. “How’s my wife? What happened?” The doctor pulled off his mask and shook his head. “I’m sorry. We did everything we could. The patient had severe hemorrhaging from the impact. We couldn’t save the baby. She’s stable now, but she needs rest.” “Gone?” “That’s impossible!” “You’re all lying to me!” Dylan’s eyes turned bloodshot. He suddenly turned to me, all rationality gone. “This is your fault! All of it! If it weren’t for you, my wife wouldn’t have lost our baby!” “You were driving her! Why didn’t you protect her?!” He lunged at me like a wild animal and slapped me hard across the face. The sharp *crack* echoed through the quiet hallway. My cheek burned. My head snapped sideways, and I tasted blood in my mouth. But I didn’t let him get away with it. I mustered all my strength and slapped him back. “If you hadn’t deliberately crashed into my car, would Pearl have lost the baby?” “And now you’re hitting me instead of taking responsibility? You make me sick!” Dylan flew into a rage and tried to hit me again, but a nurse nearby held him back. He struggled and shouted, “No! This is your fault! You bitch!” Just then, police officers arrived. “Sir, calm down!” An officer put a hand on Dylan’s shoulder, speaking firmly. “You created a fake video to defame someone, deliberately damaged property, and now you’ve assaulted someone. You’ve broken multiple laws. If you don’t calm down, you’ll face serious charges.” Dylan looked at the officer’s serious face and finally deflated. He collapsed to the floor, covering his face as he sobbed. “Why me? This isn’t fair!” Even now, he refused to take responsibility. “Is Iris Bennett here?” “The patient wants to see you.”
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