I Was Just A Womb To Them, Now They'll Pay - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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[Oh my god, I never saw this twist coming. Miranda's slap in the face hit faster than I could blink.]
[How could Miranda be so heartless? On one side is her own child, and on the other, her own sister. Wouldn't saving both lives have been the right thing? Why did she have to make it so ugly?]
[Never judge a book by its cover. Out of everyone, Miranda turned out to be the cruelest. Who does something like that? No wonder her parents never liked her. No wonder her husband preferred her sister. She deserves every bit of it.]
[If she could do that to her own son, what wouldn't she do to her own sister?]
In an instant, public opinion flipped. Everyone perched on their moral high ground, pointing fingers at me.
Then, my phone rang—an unknown number. I answered, and a venomous voice hissed through the line:
"Miranda, you're the one who deserves to die. People like you belong in hell."
I hung up, shaken. But the calls kept coming. Texts flooded in, one after another.
"Miranda, you're a disgrace as a mother. No wonder your family abandoned you. You don't deserve happiness."
I stared at the hateful messages, then yanked out the SIM card and tossed it in the trash. When I logged into WhatsApp, Andrew's message was waiting.
[How does it feel to be torn apart online? Because of you, my company's on the verge of collapse. I'm drowning in public outrage every day. I actually felt guilty about you—until I found your abortion appointment. Now I see you planned this all along.]
[Either you publicly apologize, redeem your mother, and admit this was your scheme, or watch your reputation burn.]
I smirked and typed back without hesitation.
[Fine. I'll play along. Set up a press conference. I'll confess everything.]
Andrew replied instantly, as if he'd been glued to his screen.
[Good. The press conference is tomorrow at the Garfield Estate. Don't try anything, or you'll regret it.]
I turned off my phone, glancing at the paternity test on the table. A cold laugh escaped me.
"Oh, I'll make sure this press conference is unforgettable."
Andrew pulled out all the stops—major media outlets, live broadcasts. He was banking on this moment to flip the script completely.
I arrived dressed to stun, silencing the room.
"Did she seriously show up looking like that? Zero remorse."
"This isn't an apology—it's a publicity stunt. She's milking the drama for clout."
Reporters whispered behind their hands as cameras flashed.
Andrew's frown deepened when he saw me, but he smoothed it over fast. "I don't know if you're stupid or just reckless. Dressing like this? Or did you forget Marianne's seventh-day memorial hasn't even passed?"
I eyed his black suit and grinned. "Oh, is it her seventh day? If I'd known, I would've worn red to celebrate."
[How could Miranda be so heartless? On one side is her own child, and on the other, her own sister. Wouldn't saving both lives have been the right thing? Why did she have to make it so ugly?]
[Never judge a book by its cover. Out of everyone, Miranda turned out to be the cruelest. Who does something like that? No wonder her parents never liked her. No wonder her husband preferred her sister. She deserves every bit of it.]
[If she could do that to her own son, what wouldn't she do to her own sister?]
In an instant, public opinion flipped. Everyone perched on their moral high ground, pointing fingers at me.
Then, my phone rang—an unknown number. I answered, and a venomous voice hissed through the line:
"Miranda, you're the one who deserves to die. People like you belong in hell."
I hung up, shaken. But the calls kept coming. Texts flooded in, one after another.
"Miranda, you're a disgrace as a mother. No wonder your family abandoned you. You don't deserve happiness."
I stared at the hateful messages, then yanked out the SIM card and tossed it in the trash. When I logged into WhatsApp, Andrew's message was waiting.
[How does it feel to be torn apart online? Because of you, my company's on the verge of collapse. I'm drowning in public outrage every day. I actually felt guilty about you—until I found your abortion appointment. Now I see you planned this all along.]
[Either you publicly apologize, redeem your mother, and admit this was your scheme, or watch your reputation burn.]
I smirked and typed back without hesitation.
[Fine. I'll play along. Set up a press conference. I'll confess everything.]
Andrew replied instantly, as if he'd been glued to his screen.
[Good. The press conference is tomorrow at the Garfield Estate. Don't try anything, or you'll regret it.]
I turned off my phone, glancing at the paternity test on the table. A cold laugh escaped me.
"Oh, I'll make sure this press conference is unforgettable."
Andrew pulled out all the stops—major media outlets, live broadcasts. He was banking on this moment to flip the script completely.
I arrived dressed to stun, silencing the room.
"Did she seriously show up looking like that? Zero remorse."
"This isn't an apology—it's a publicity stunt. She's milking the drama for clout."
Reporters whispered behind their hands as cameras flashed.
Andrew's frown deepened when he saw me, but he smoothed it over fast. "I don't know if you're stupid or just reckless. Dressing like this? Or did you forget Marianne's seventh-day memorial hasn't even passed?"
I eyed his black suit and grinned. "Oh, is it her seventh day? If I'd known, I would've worn red to celebrate."
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