During Labor Day weekend, I was in my second trimester and had come on a trip to relax. After spending one night at the hotel, I somehow became the star of a viral video. In the video, I was scantily clad, my fingers trailing across one man’s chest after another, my gaze seductive and alluring. When my husband Bryce Roberts saw it, he flew into a rage. Completely disregarding my pregnancy, he slapped me so hard I fell onto the couch. “You better explain to me what the hell this video is about!” “You actually slept with seven men at once, Paisley. You’re really something!” I had no way to explain why the woman in the video looked exactly like me, so I could only call the police. However, the police confirmed through the hotel’s registration records that I had indeed checked in that night. The massive shock triggered contractions, and my abdomen was wracked with unbearable pain. But Bryce just stared at my belly and said, “These two kids in there probably aren’t even mine, are they?” Then, despite my struggles, he forced me to have a C-section and demanded paternity tests for the children. Under his insistence, my two babies died from premature birth. Most absurdly, the paternity test results showed the children really weren’t Bryce’s. Just like that, he branded me a slut. As the video went viral, people came to harass me every day. One day, a drunk man forced his way into my home, assaulted me, and I died miserably on my bed. Even in death, I couldn’t understand why my life had turned out this way. When I woke up again, I found myself back on the day of the Labor Day trip. “Honey, let’s go find out the babies’ gender. It would put my mind at ease.” Bryce’s familiar voice rang in my ears. There was no tearing pain in my lower body. I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, he was always pestering me to find out the babies’ gender, but major hospitals prohibited gender identification. I also felt the babies’ gender didn’t matter, so I kept refusing him. But during Labor Day, Bryce insisted on bringing me on this trip. Only when we arrived did I learn there was a famous witch doctor locally who supposedly could determine a child’s gender just by tasting the mother’s blood. I was angry about his deception, and after a huge fight, I moved out for the night. It was that one night, and the next day my pornographic video spread like wildfire through our social circle. Seeing me sulking with my pregnant belly, Bryce sighed and chose to compromise. “Alright, honey, we won’t check. I’ll never bring this up again, okay?” He smiled helplessly and came over to lovingly support my waist. But the kinder he was to me, the more I couldn’t understand why someone who usually doted on me so much would treat me so cruelly in my previous life. I suspected that maybe he truly loved me so much that seeing such a video made him so furious he couldn’t accept it. I leaned my head against his shoulder and said softly, “Honey, I want to visit my parents. I miss them.” Bryce nodded and agreed without hesitation. Back at my parents’ house, seeing my mother sewing clothes for my children and my father making toys for them, I couldn’t help but cry. We had all been so excited about the babies’ arrival. Yet they were forcibly removed before they were fully developed. Seeing me standing in the doorway with tears, Mom quickly put down her work. “Sweetheart, why are you crying? Is Bryce asking about the babies’ gender again?” “The babies’ gender doesn’t matter at all. You two living happily together is more important than anything.” “But Bryce has always been good to you and us. If he really wants to know the babies’ gender, just agree to it.” In my parents’ eyes, Bryce had always been an impeccable good man. Every time he came to the house, my parents would remind me to be a good wife. I thought, “Maybe in my previous life, it really was because I refused Bryce’s request that it triggered a chain reaction?” “So in this life, if I agree to his request, such a tragedy shouldn’t happen, right?”
Because of my pregnancy, I always felt drowsy and wanted to sleep. Having just gotten up and finished eating, I was getting sleepy again. In my dream, everything around me was pitch black. I vaguely saw hands reaching up from the ground, grabbing my pant legs, dragging me down, then choking my throat. As the suffocating feeling hit me, I jolted awake. It turned out Bryce’s hand was strangling my neck. “Paisley, you b*tch! “You better explain to me what the hell this video is about.” He mercilessly slammed his phone against my face. I stared wide-eyed at the disgusting videos on the screen. I felt utterly confused. I instinctively asked, “How could this happen?” But Bryce sneered coldly, “How could this happen? You were having too much fun, so much fun that you forgot someone was filming you, right? “This video is spreading everywhere now. Paisley, everyone knows you’re a sl*t who seduces so many men while pregnant, everyone knows I’ve been betrayed by you!” He let out a pained growl. Obviously, his expression revealed both agony and humiliation. The familiar accusations rang out again, but I didn’t know how to explain. After all, in my previous life, no matter how much I explained, he still didn’t believe me and still forced me to have a cesarean. Thinking of the pain of having my belly forcibly torn open, I stepped back two paces in fear. But Bryce grabbed me back, pressed me in front of his phone screen, forcing me to look. The comment section was already flooded with all kinds of disgusting, vulgar remarks. [Oh my God! She’s still pregnant. How dare she do something so extreme? That’s too much.] [I’m curious, do you get paid for making videos like this? She’s a pregnant woman. Making videos like this is one thing, but with seven men? Is she crazy?] [Why does she look so familiar? She looks like my neighbor’s kid. I heard she married a rich guy and is living the good life!] [You’re right. She’s definitely living the good life! One woman handling so many men, isn’t she afraid her body can’t take it.] [Wait! Can you ask for me how much she charges for this kind of service? I have a friend who’s into pregnant women.] As my face was recognized, all kinds of harassment followed. Whether they knew me or not, people were messaging me. [Hey, as long as you come to my house for one night, I won’t report you. Otherwise, you know the consequences!] [You’re such a slutty pregnant woman. How much do you charge?] [So young and already shameless, seducing other people’s husbands! You deserve to die!] [Paisley, how could you do such a thing? How can you face Bryce?] ***** Bryce’s grip tightened. I endured the pain and tried to explain to him, but he couldn’t listen at all, his eyes bloodshot with rage. Seeing that he was about to hit me, I had no choice but to call the police again. The police stopped him and took us aside, telling us to wait for the investigation results. But as the investigation proceeded, my heart slowly sank. The hotel registration records showed my name. And the hotel surveillance video clearly recorded my every move. My eyes were glazed, my pregnant belly swaying as I seduced every man about to enter. My expression showed I wasn’t being forced. A total of seven men entered my room. What was even more terrifying was that not one of them ever left. The police officer showing me the surveillance footage looked serious. “Ma’am, this involves suspected group prostitution. Do you know how serious the consequences are?” I stepped back in disbelief. I had clearly stayed home all night. I couldn’t understand how this could be the result. “Impossible, this is impossible. Honey, you believe me. You saw me come home with your own eyes. Have you forgotten? “This video… this video must be…” Before I could finish, the female officer next to me pressed me down onto the bench. “Ma’am, please calm down. “I can tell you responsibly that this video shows no signs of being fabricated.” The next second, Bryce could no longer control his anger and stood up shouting, “Paisley, how could you betray me? “Ever since you’ve been with me, I’ve listened to you about everything. When it was hailing, you said you wanted pancakes from the south side of town, and I still went out to buy them for you. “You said your stomach hurt and you had no appetite, so I personally cooked and made you different dishes. Where have I ever treated you badly? Why would you humiliate me like this? “Now you’ve caused such a huge scandal that my dad collapsed from anger and is hospitalized. Are you satisfied now?”
I opened my mouth but didn’t know what to say. In the surveillance video, that pregnant woman with the big belly looked exactly like me. All these “coincidences” left me with no way to defend myself. Just when I was in despair, something suddenly occurred to me. I lifted up my maternity dress, revealing my smooth belly. “Look! There isn’t a single stretch mark on my stomach, but the woman in the video has stretch marks all over hers!” I was being driven to the brink of madness. I lifted my clothes as much as possible to show everyone my belly, but Bryce slapped my hand down. “Enough! You slut, I was such a fool to marry you! “Look at this!” Bryce shoved the report the police had just handed him right in front of my face. I took it and looked, and my head started ringing with a thunderous roar. The police had found bloody tissues and a mixture of unknown liquids in the trash can. The lab report showed that the samples actually contained my DNA. In my previous life, my DNA had also been tested, but the results from that time showed another piece of data, indicating that the patient had allegedly been injected with some kind of stimulant drug. The police officers who had originally supported me completely turned cold after seeing this report. “Ma’am, this is a new type of stimulant. Please cooperate with our investigation.” I collapsed in despair on the chair, completely losing the desire to explain. However, I was truly puzzled. I had clearly been at home yesterday. I couldn’t understand why my DNA would appear at the hotel, and why after testing, my blood matched perfectly with the blood found at the hotel. Everyone in the room looked at me with suspicion, contempt, or hatred. Everyone was accusing me. Even though I was fully clothed, I felt like I was standing naked in front of them. Once the test report came out, it nailed me directly to the pillar of shame. In the midst of the silence, a woman charged forward and slapped me to the ground. “You shameless bitch! Even being pregnant can’t stop your promiscuity! You seduce other people’s husbands, how can you be so shameless? I’m going to teach you a lesson!” The woman’s nails were long and sharp, scratching across my face and leaving red marks. After the police came to their senses, they quickly stepped forward to stop her, but she struggled and roared: “Why are you pulling me away? Can’t you see this whore? She’s running a prostitution ring and seducing other people’s husbands. She deserves to be shot! I’m going to kill her!” The police were still very orderly. Even though they now despised me too, they still pulled the woman away. At least they protected my safety. Bryce also frowned and stepped forward to stand in front of me, preventing others from attacking me again. When I was being misunderstood, I didn’t cry, but the moment he came close to me, tears started flowing. “You fool, do you think your wife only had affairs with seven men? Let me tell you, we victims have a group chat, and now there are over seventy members!” A rookie police officer couldn’t help but exclaim: “My God! Over seventy!” Only then did everyone come to their senses. The onlookers outside the door whispered among themselves, looking shocked. “My God! So seven people were just a small part. She’s really quite the prostitute.” “You old pervert! It wouldn’t be your turn to find her anyway. Look, even those young guys next to you are getting excited.” Malicious stares lingered on my body, making me feel sick. I shook my hands in denial. “I really never did it. I stayed home all night yesterday. The neighbors around my house can testify!” But with all the evidence laid out before them, every word I said seemed like a pale excuse in their eyes. Even my parents were accused of being pimps, specifically selling their own daughter. They thought this was why so many people came to my house with gifts to visit. My parents were both teachers with many students, but those students who came to visit were now being called my clients.
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