The morning after I was brought back to the White family, Ruth stumbled out of my room with her clothes in disarray. Her hair was a mess, her collar hanging open. In front of the entire family, she broke down crying: “You bastard! I’m pregnant, and you did this to me…” My brother Thomas rushed over. The moment he saw the scene, his eyes turned red, and he pointed at me, roaring: “She’s my wife!” My mom hurried out. Her face went deathly pale when she saw what was happening. She pointed at me, unable to speak for a long moment. My dad stood there trembling, then turned and grabbed a baseball bat from the side. “I’m going to beat you to death today, you bastard!” A crowd of neighbors quickly gathered outside. Once they learned what happened, they all pointed and cursed at me, their voices rising one after another: “Just got brought back and already doing something this disgusting! What a bastard!” I dodged my dad’s swinging bat while cursing back. Wait, I’m a woman. How could I have assaulted Ruth? Before they brought me back, didn’t they even figure out if I was male or female?
Ruth leaned into my brother’s arms, tears streaming down her face: “I felt sorry for Carter, being lost all these years. I wanted to take care of her when she came back. Who knew she would do this to me? I don’t even want to live anymore!” My brother’s arms tightened around her, his eyes fixed on me with deadly fury: “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Carter gives you an explanation today. Family or not, I won’t cover for her!” I couldn’t take it anymore. I rushed up to my brother and pointed at my own face: “Are you confused? Look at me! What am I to you?” Ruth saw me approaching and cried even harder, shrinking into my brother’s embrace: “I’m pregnant, how could you…” My brother couldn’t take it anymore and shoved me away. My dad seized the opportunity to step forward and brought the bat down on me without hesitation, his face dark: “You heartless thing! You’re a disgrace! Let’s just pretend the White family never brought you back!” The pain made cold sweat pour down my face. Seeing my dad raise the bat high again, I quickly shouted: “Stop! I’m not even a man—” “You’re not just not a man, you’re not even human!” Ruth interrupted me with a trembling voice. She clutched her stomach and tried to throw herself against the wall, but my brother caught her just in time: “Ruth, don’t do this! Whatever happened, I’m on your side!” My mom couldn’t stand watching anymore. She turned away wiping tears, then walked up to me and pointed: “After what you did, don’t blame us for calling the police and reporting you for assault!” A neighbor immediately pulled out her phone: “Ruth, don’t be scared! I’m calling the police right now! My husband works at the station—I’ll make sure this bastard goes to prison!” Ruth’s face changed. She quickly grabbed my brother’s arm, her tone urgent: “Don’t call the police… Carter is family after all. If this gets to the station, it’ll look terrible. I can handle some suffering—it’s not good for the family if word gets out.” She sounded considerate, but her eyes flickered with uncertainty. A million curses were racing through my mind! I’m 5’10” with short hair and androgynous features. But I’m definitely a woman! Before bringing me back, couldn’t they at least confirm my gender? And this Ruth—I shouldn’t have let her into my room this morning to bring milk. I thought she was just being nice to me on my first day home. I didn’t realize it was all a setup. “You’ve really got it wrong. I couldn’t possibly—” “Enough!” Thomas cut me off sharply. “Stop making excuses! After doing something so vile, the law won’t let you off!” I looked up at the sky, feeling completely wronged. “Are you all done yet?” “You say I assaulted Ruth—where’s the proof? Just because she ran out of my room this morning? I should report her for breaking into my room!” My brother hesitated. Ruth immediately covered her face and sobbed: “Carter, how long are you going to twist the truth? Are you trying to force me to kill myself?” “This morning I came to the living room for water. You said you didn’t know where the towels in your room were and asked me to help you find them. After I went in, you gave me a glass of drugged milk… When I woke up, you were on top of me…”
As she spoke, she made another show of trying to end her life. My brother quickly held her and comforted her. At the same time, the neighbors watching outside erupted: “What terrible luck for the White family! Their child went missing at birth, and when they finally found her, she turned out to be a monster!” “Carter assaulted Thomas’s wife—what a sin!” Ruth leaned in my brother’s arms, sobbing as she threw more dirt on me. I didn’t know why she was framing me, but since she wanted to ruin me, I wouldn’t let her off easy either. I raised my head and stared straight at her: “You say I assaulted you. So tell me—did I wear protection or not?” The crowd instantly went quiet. A flash of panic crossed Ruth’s face, but she quickly cried harder, shaking her head repeatedly: “I don’t know… When I woke up, you were already on top of me. How could I possibly know…” “You don’t know?” I looked at her calmly. “If you don’t know, how can you be sure I assaulted you?” The moment I said that, everyone looked at Ruth. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. A few seconds later, she released them and put on a desperate expression: “When I woke up, you were on top of me. I was so scared I pushed you away, frantically put on my clothes and ran out. As for whether you used… I was too frightened. I really don’t know.” After speaking, her face grew even paler, looking so fragile a gust of wind could knock her down. My brother held her tighter in distress and roared at me: “Carter! Ruth is pregnant! How could you be so heartless!” I ignored him and continued: “Then let’s go to the room right now and look. It hasn’t been that long—I couldn’t have hidden it well. If there is something, we’ll take it for testing. If not, you can take her to the hospital for fluid analysis.” My mom trembled with rage: “You… you bastard! You’re trying to push Ruth to her death!” A neighbor chimed in: “Making the victim face the scene again—isn’t that traumatizing her a second time? How could he even think of that!” I found it laughable. Who was the one who screamed and brought everyone here in the first place? She already threw away her dignity—why should I save her any face? Just as I was about to drag someone to the room for confrontation, Ruth suddenly pulled open her collar, revealing a large expanse of obvious marks on her neck. “Fine, you want evidence? This is the evidence. These are all from just now. I was thinking about the baby I’m carrying for Thomas and trying to protect your family’s reputation, so I held back and didn’t say anything… I didn’t expect you’d still try to deny it!” After speaking, she turned her head aside. A tear slid down her cheek. That image of bearing humiliation and looking so vulnerable made me, the supposed “assailant,” seem utterly despicable. Everyone present was thoroughly enraged. Their curses instantly drowned me out. My brother was completely disappointed in me: “How could a woman use her own reputation to frame someone? Now the evidence is clear, and Ruth is still pregnant. You should turn yourself in to the police.”
I stared at Ruth in disbelief. My brother’s attitude made it clear the marks weren’t from him, and they certainly weren’t from me. Before I could react, my parents blocked my view. My mom pointed at me, heartbroken: “You’re still staring at Ruth even now? We should never have brought you back! Come with me to the police station right now and turn yourself in! Give Ruth an explanation!” I shook off my mom’s hand, not backing down at all: “Since it’s come to this, let’s investigate to the end. I’m going to find that condom no matter what!” Just as I was about to enter the room, Ruth’s legs suddenly gave out, and she blurted: “Don’t go in there!” Her shout made everyone look at her. Even my brother froze. I pressed forward step by step: “Why? Are you feeling guilty?” “Or maybe…” I looked at the marks on her chest, thoughtful: “This whole thing was staged by you?” The moment those words left my mouth, everyone’s eyes snapped to Ruth, their gazes now questioning. Ruth’s face went ugly. Her body swayed as if about to collapse. Just then, someone screamed: “Blood! She’s bleeding!” Everyone looked quickly. Blood was actually flowing down Ruth’s inner thigh. No one had time to curse at me anymore. They rushed to get her to the hospital. The doctor came out shaking his head: “The baby couldn’t be saved.” My mom fainted on the spot. My dad quickly helped her to another hospital room. My brother heard the news as if struck by lightning. Then with red eyes, he grabbed my throat: “Carter, why? Why would you do this to Ruth?” I knew that even if I said I was a woman now, it wouldn’t matter. Ruth would definitely claim I killed the White family’s first child, and then I’d never be able to clear my name. I struggled free from my brother’s grip. Just as I was figuring out what to say, Ruth’s mother burst into the hospital with a group of reporters. My brother tried to approach, but she ignored him completely and rushed straight to the hospital bed. Ruth woke up then, crying her eyes out. Her mother held her heartbrokenly, then turned to the reporters with righteous fury: “Reporter friends, my daughter was pregnant and was assaulted by Carter. Now the baby is gone! Please report this truthfully—we must get justice for my daughter!” After speaking, she gave the reporters a meaningful look. The reporters immediately swarmed forward, cameras and microphones thrust in my face. Ruth’s eyes were red as she spoke in a trembling voice: “Didn’t you want to find the condom earlier? Now that the reporters are here, you can all go look!” She hadn’t dared let me look before, but now she was taking the initiative. When things are abnormal, there’s definitely something suspicious. And looking at her now, she didn’t seem like someone who just had a miscarriage at all. But it didn’t matter if they really wanted to look. Before leaving, I’d confirmed that Ruth hadn’t left anything in my room. Even if there was something, the DNA couldn’t possibly be mine. Hearing this, my brother immediately led the reporters to my room. On one side was his wife, on the other his blood relative—he wanted to know the truth more than anyone. As it turned out, the group found a recently used condom under my bed.
When my brother found it, the reporters instantly surrounded me: “If the DNA test comes back as yours, you’re guilty of assault! And I heard rapists have the worst time in prison!” The microphones were practically in my face. I looked at the crumpled thing in my brother’s hand and sneered inwardly. Ruth had really prepared everything in advance. “Testing is fine, but I have conditions. There must be third-party witnesses throughout the entire process, and the results must be publicly announced. No behind-the-scenes manipulation.” Ruth’s mother jumped out: “It was found in your room—what’s there to test? You’re just a bastard!” “You can’t say that,” I stared at her. “What if it’s not mine? What if someone deliberately framed me? I can’t take the blame for nothing.” My brother’s face was dark, but he finally nodded: “Fine, we’ll do it your way. I’ll personally go with you to the testing center.” The test took three hours. During that time, the reporters didn’t rest, constantly asking me and my brother questions. Ruth’s mother kept interjecting, painting me as an unforgivable criminal. My brother didn’t acknowledge me the whole time, his face terrifyingly grim. Finally, the test results came out. The doctor displayed the report in front of the camera. It was written clearly in black and white—besides Ruth’s DNA, the rest matched mine completely. The reporters instantly exploded: “The evidence is ironclad! Let’s see how you try to deny it now!” “We’ve been livestreaming this whole time—everyone’s waiting to see what happens to you!” The moment Ruth saw the test report, she visibly relaxed, then threw herself into her mother’s arms, sobbing loudly. My brother stared at me, his eyes wishing he could tear me to pieces. Looking at that string of numbers on the test report, I was confused too. Hurried footsteps came from the doorway. I looked up to see my mom standing there, her face pale. She’d just woken up and heard the news, getting so angry she nearly fainted again. My dad also declared on the spot that he was cutting ties with me. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, my brother personally called the police: “Hello, I want to report a crime. I’m reporting Carter for assault resulting in miscarriage. The evidence is conclusive!” From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Ruth and her mother exchanging a look, calculation flashing quickly in their eyes. I instantly realized. The doctor had already been bought off. Soon, a group of police officers walked in, their sharp gazes sweeping across the room before finally settling on me. They walked straight toward me, showed their badges, and said sternly: “Carter, someone reported you for suspected assault. Please come with us for questioning.” Instantly, everyone’s condemning gazes focused on my face. And at that moment, I finally remembered something. So under everyone’s watchful eyes, I voluntarily held out my hands for the handcuffs: “Officer, I did assault Ruth and caused her miscarriage.”
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