I Was the Mistress at My Own Wedding Chapter 04

I Was the Mistress at My Own Wedding Chapter 04

Adrian looked at the DNA report and suddenly laughed.

“Claire was right about you. You actually went as far as faking a DNA report just to get back at her.”

He tore apart the report I’d spent so much time and money obtaining, then threw the pieces in my face.

One sharp edge grazed my cheek, leaving a thin line of blood.

The disgust in his eyes was unmistakable.

“Lily, do you seriously think something like this is enough to destroy Claire?”

“Stay the hell away from her.”

He shoved me aside, turned, and got into the car.

His bodyguards dragged me to the side of the road and dumped me there.

A truck nearly hit me.

I forced myself to endure the pain and somehow made it home.

But when I arrived, all I found was chaos.

Everything I owned had been thrown outside and piled beside the trash cans.

No one had even bothered to clean it up.

I stood under the blazing sun, staring blankly at the mess in front of me.

For the first time, I truly felt like I had nowhere left to go.

No.

I still had my job.

Claire might have been my direct supervisor, but she couldn’t control my entire life.

I could still rely on my own abilities and find another opportunity.

Even if love and family had both betrayed me, at least I still had my career.

I wasn’t going to let this break me.

I went to the hospital for a quick examination, then returned to the office.

The receptionist looked at me and immediately leaned toward the coworker beside her.

“That’s her, right?”

“She looks so normal. Who would’ve guessed she’s a mistress?”

“Who knows what else she’s done…”

I froze.

Then my phone rang.

It was my supervisor.

She didn’t give me a chance to explain.

The moment I answered, her icy voice came through the line.

“Lily, you actually have the nerve to come back to work? The whole company knows what you did.”

“You’re someone’s mistress, and you still think you can show your face here? We don’t want someone with this kind of scandal working here.”

The call ended.

A termination notice arrived seconds later.

I didn’t even get the chance to defend myself before security told me to leave the building.

My hands shook as I opened my phone.

The first thing I saw was a news headline.

[Billionaire’s Mistress Causes Wife to Miscarry!]

There were paragraphs of accusations.

And photo after photo Ethan had sweet-talked me into taking.

Back then, he’d told me he couldn’t get any release when I wasn’t around.

He’d said he only wanted the pictures as something to remember me by.

He’d promised no one else would ever see them.

I suddenly couldn’t breathe.

My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating.

Not with messages from my parents asking if I was okay.

Not with an explanation from Ethan.

Just endless insults and attacks from strangers.

The whole world now believed I was Ethan’s mistress.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, my best friend sent me a message.

[Lily, how could you do something like this?]

[I never knew you were this kind of person. We shouldn’t talk anymore.]

I immediately tried to explain.

I told her it was all a misunderstanding.

I told her Ethan and I were already over.

I wasn’t Ethan’s mistress.

And I hadn’t caused Claire to lose her baby on purpose.

But before I could finish typing, I ran into a stranger.

“Sorry.”

“That’s it? You run into someone and think a quick ‘sorry’ makes it okay?”

The man grabbed my shoulder and yanked me toward him.

The moment he recognized me, something excited flashed in his eyes.

“Well, sweetheart. You bumped into me, so I get to return the favor, right?”

He grinned.

“Instead of being some billionaire’s son’s side piece, why don’t you come have some fun with me?”

I struggled, but he dragged me into a dark alley.

No one stopped him.

No one cared that I was screaming for help.

The man grinned and locked both my wrists in his grip.

I fought so hard that a sharp pain suddenly tore through my lower abdomen.

It felt like something inside me was slipping away.

In an instant, I remembered what the doctor had warned me about.

Tears spilled down my face.

My baby…

My baby…

I screamed and clawed desperately at the man’s face.

He flew into a rage and shoved me away hard.

“Quit pretending to be innocent.”

“You’ve already been someone’s whore. What are you acting so pure for?”

He looked ready to hit me again.

Then his eyes dropped to the blood pooling beneath me.

There was more and more of it.

It wouldn’t stop.

“Just my damn luck.”

He pulled up his pants and ran.

Almost on instinct, I called Ethan.

Because back when we’d loved each other, he’d told me that if I was ever in trouble, he wanted to be the first person I called.

Even after everything.

Even after all the disappointment.

My body still remembered the habit of depending on him.

“Help me… Ethan… the baby…”

Claire’s laughter came through the phone.

“Darling, someone’s looking for you. Your secret lover.”

Then I heard Ethan’s cold voice.

“Hang up.”

“Don’t bother dealing with the stuff online.”

“Let her learn her lesson.”

The call ended.

I called my parents next.

Dad was silent for a long time.

“Lily, we failed you. But you can’t hurt yourself over all of this.”

Mom’s voice was even colder.

“Even if everything you’re saying is true, Claire still lost a baby. You owe her for that.”

Something inside me finally died.

I was eventually taken to the hospital.

I survived.

My baby didn’t.

During the entire week I spent in the hospital, no one came to see me.

Not one person called.

On the day I was discharged, I saw news coverage of Claire’s birthday celebration playing across a giant screen at the mall.

I walked away numb, holding the urn in my arms.

Before entering the airport, I deleted and blocked every contact connected to my parents and Ethan.

Then I sent them a digital copy of the DNA test.

After that, I never looked back.

The moment my flight landed, my phone flooded with missed calls.