I Raised His Dead Mistress's Twins - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

"You!"
I shot Mira a venomous glare, my entire body trembling with rage.
The twins erupted into giggles, clapping their hands with delight.
"Look at the drenched rat! So disgusting!"
Before I could react, they hurled a small toy at me—one that crackled with electricity.
"No—!"
A searing jolt ripped through me, sending me crashing into a table before I crumpled to the floor, convulsing violently.
"Help me—it hurts!" I screamed, my voice raw with agony. The carpet beneath me scorched black from the current, my lips foaming as my limbs jerked uncontrollably.
Theo's face paled, and he moved to cut the power—but Mira gasped dramatically, covering her mouth in mock horror.
"Sister... did you just wet yourself?"
A wave of gasps swept through the room. People recoiled, noses wrinkled as if something foul hung in the air.
Humiliation burned through me, leaving my mind numb.
"What... what are you talking about?" I choked out.
Mira pouted, pointing at the floor. "Look for yourself! What a mess!"
Then, with a cruel smirk, she added, "You've never even had kids, and you're already that loose? Who else have you been sleeping with behind Theo's back?"
The guards finally rushed in and shut off the electricity—but it was too late. I lay there, drenched and trembling, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
Theo's expression darkened like a storm. "Zara, you're disgusting."
"A grown woman who can't even control her own body," he spat.
Shaking, I tried to push myself up. "...It wasn't me. It was them—"
But when I turned toward the twins, Mira had already whisked them away.
Three days later, the headline "Wealthy Wife Humiliates Herself at Banquet Due to Incontinence" exploded across the internet.
"This woman is vile."
"Probably slept around so much she's ruined herself."
My personal information was leaked, and my phone blew up with hateful messages. I broke down more times than I could count, desperate enough to reach out to Theo—only for his assistant to block me at the door.
"What did you just say?"
I bit down hard, the metallic tang of blood flooding my mouth as my eyes widened in disbelief.
The assistant smirked. "He said your little 'accident' reminded him of some worn-out country girl. He's at the hospital now, making sure you didn't pass anything on to him."
My chest constricted so tightly I couldn't breathe.
So that's what I was to him now—trash.
"Miss Bellamy, you're here!"
The assistant's voice instantly sweetened as Mira strutted in, heels clicking sharply against the floor.
"Zara, you actually have the nerve to show your face?" She tilted her head, feigning pity. "If I were you, I'd have thrown myself off a building by now."
That's when I knew—this was all her.
"Why?" My voice shook.
She was the one who had wanted to leave Theo. She had drugged me, framed me for stealing the engagement, made it look like I'd thrown myself at him.
Mira laughed, as if I'd just told the funniest joke. "Blame your own stupidity."
She leaned in, her smirk widening. "This was the only way to make sure Theo never forgets me."
Her fingers dug into my chin as she forced me to look at her. "Did you really not know? For the past nine years, he spent every holiday with me. Your anniversaries, Valentine's Day, even New Year's—he was in my bed."
Her eyes glittered with malice. "And it felt incredible."
She gave me a once-over, her lip curling. "He told me touching you was worse than using a dirty rag."
Rage blurred my vision. "Then why did you destroy my foster mother?"
Mira slid on her sunglasses, utterly unfazed. "Because I could."