Pain stabbed through my abdomen.

A cold sweat drenched me as I curled up on the floor.

I was clutching my belly, trying to protect the little life in my womb.

Desperately, I begged, "I'm pregnant. Please, take me to the hospital. I'll forget all this happened."

Emily's smirk twisted into a sneer. "What?! You dare to be pregnant? Trying to sneak into the Harris family through your baby, huh?"

She commanded them to drag me up and slammed me down onto the spiked chair.

The spikes tore into my flesh as they pressed down relentlessly, trying to pin me to the seat.

Emily cackled over the din, "Ancient folks had the right idea—custom-made for mistresses like you. Still fancy seducing men now?"

They tied me down with ropes to prevent any escape.

My pain seemed to delight them even more.

Shoving the camera in my face, the streamer announced, "And we're live! Today's lesson - how not to be a homewrecker!"

I cried out, weak yet furious, "Have you lost your minds? Breaking in over lies, is this a robbery now?"

Emily slapped me hard, her voice scornful, "You've got some nerve, talking back to the main woman in front of me, you little homewrecker!"

"I'm the one who's supposed to be meeting Chris' family as his bride. Whatever you've taken from him, you're going to pay it back."

With that, Emily grabbed a decorative piece nearby and threw it at me.

The crowd around her roared their approval, "Teach this little adulteress a lesson!"

"Make sure she never messes around again, or better yet, let's rid society of one more nuisance!"

"If no one's teaching her a lesson, let's do it live! Folks, got a homewrecker bothering you? Just hit the yellow icon and book us!"

The live comments surged, full of vindictive support for the streamers.

Donations and gifts streamed in, propelling the broadcast to the top of the charts.

Fueled by their own grudges, viewers seemed eager to reach through the screen and join the fray.

The women went wild, destroying every famous and expansive antique and artwork in sight.

Emily ripped apart a crystal necklace I had intended to gift her, her eyes glinting maliciously.

"You think you deserve luxury? After leeching so much from Chris, and now carrying his child..."

I dodged the objects she hurled at me, fixing her with a fierce glare, "How many times must I tell you—you've got it all wrong! Is there no justice in your eyes?"

"Justice?" She scoffed.

She advanced and punched me in the stomach.

"I am the justice! Heard of Chris' real sister, the business queen? She likes me and backs me all the way!"

Bent double in agony, I glanced desperately at the security camera.

Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably.

She thought I had her back?

Did she even realize how she was treating her so-called supporter?

I tasted blood in my mouth and stared her down fiercely, "Don't touch my belly!"

Her laugh was malicious, "You and your bastard shouldn't even exist!"

"I haven't been able to carry Chris' baby—what makes you think you can?"

"I'm going to rip that child-bearing womb out of you!"

She continued to hammer my stomach, each hit more painful than the last.

Colors drained from the world as pain clouded my vision.

I felt the life inside me fading.

I couldn't save our child—the last link to Michael, my late husband.

The taunting and jeering around me blurred into indistinct noise.

Everything dimmed until all I saw were shadows.

Suddenly, one of the women brought out an urn.

Panic surged through me.

"No! Don't touch that! Please... I beg you..."

I pleaded without any dignity, desperate to protect the remains.

That urn held Michael's ashes.

We'd been in love for years, married for three.

He died in an accident months ago, and I kept his ashes close, needing his presence to find peace at night.

My obvious panic stimulated their wicked grins to grow.

They circled me, tauntingly tossing the urn back and forth.

When it came to Emily, she let it fall without a care.

It shattered, spreading ashes across the floor.

My heart broke, "Michael..."

Emily covered her nose, "What a mess. I'm not touching that filth."

I glared at her with death in my eyes.

"You deserve to die!"

Emily jumped back, startled but quickly recovered, picking up a shard from the ground and grabbing my chin.

"Daring to glare at me? You chose to be a homewrecker, and this is your comeuppance!"

"You seduce men with this pretty face of yours? Let's see how it holds up now."

With that, she cut across my face.

The intense pain nearly knocked me unconscious.

I was as if a fish without water.

When she finished, she laughed loudly, "Pretty good, huh? Your face is now your badge of shame!"

Cheers erupted from the onlookers.

"The word 'whore' suits you perfectly!"

Emily leaned in close, her eyes gleaming, "Glare at me again, and I'll take your eyes next..."

Suddenly, the door flew open.

My assistant rushed in with a team of formidable female bodyguards, yelling, "Ms. Harris!"

Despite the searing pain, I commanded, "Arrest them all!"