All Chapters of The Alleged Mistress’s Comeback: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Upon hearing the woman's command, they immediately started the livestream, dragging me forcefully in front of the camera. My stomach was in excruciating pain as I pleaded with them, "Please, help me call a doctor. I can give you anything you want. Just let me go…"But they didn't care about my suffering at all. They pinned me down, forcing me to face the camera. On screen, I was drenched in sweat, my lips turning purple and my face pale. I held my increasingly contracting belly with both hands, my body writhing in agony. I looked desperately at the woman closest to me and begged again, "I'm really about to give birth. Please, save me…" She scoffed, slapping me across the face and aiming the camera at me. "This shameless woman dared to steal the fiancé of the richest man's daughter. With the heiress present today, we will teach her a lesson." After finishing her speech, she pulled the camera back and kicked me hard in the stomach. "Children born of mistresses are b*st

Oliver. I lifted my gaze to meet Oliver's furrowed brow. He looked at me with disdain, turning his eyes away in disgust. "Karen Woodward, how did you let yourself get into this state?"I told you long ago to stop interfering in my life. Why did you insist on getting close to me?"Do you really think that just because you had my child, I would marry you? You're dreaming. The only person I love is Cynthia." Hearing those words felt like my heart was being ripped apart. Even though I had suspected his betrayal—being cornered by "Cynthia" in the delivery room was a clear sign—I still winced at his words meant to placate her, drawing a line between us. We had loved each other for eight years. From helping each other in a foreign land to struggling together when we returned to start a business, we had never given up on each other, even during the toughest times. Now, with my father's covert support, his company had successfully gone public, and his career was thriving.

"Cynthia" stared at my dad in shock, then suddenly bowed before him. "Mr. Woodward, what a surprise to see you in Ironreach! "Why didn't you let me know you were coming? I could have arranged for my dad to give you a proper welcome." As soon as she finished speaking, the faces of "Cynthia's" entourage soured instantly. They looked at her with disdain, their hushed voices clear enough to hear. "She's the fake heiress, hurting the real one? She must have a death wish." "That child was killed by her own hands. I had nothing to do with it." "At most, we were accomplices, but she's the real murderer here." "We should report her. After all, she forced us to do this, and we hardly knew the real heiress. It's understandable to make a mistake." "Cynthia", who was bowing, listened to their words, and her already ghastly expression darkened further. She crawled closer to my dad, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded, "It's all a misunderstanding! This is all Olive

With me pushing from behind, Cindy's situation quickly dominated the headlines across all platforms. Thugs with cameras gathered outside Cindy's home, relentlessly blocking her way. Every time she stepped out, they rushed forward to broadcast her shame live. After several encounters, Cindy could no longer bear it and called the police. The officers arrived and took the thugs away, but I had arranged for some sharp-tongued women and those whose marriages had been wrecked by mistresses to join the fray. These people were far more terrifying than the thugs. Especially the betrayed wives, who, once they learned about Cindy's past, began a relentless campaign of harassment against her, determined to drive her to the edge. They even pooled their own money to take turns calling her with threats. After Cindy's scandal broke, the dirty secrets behind her company's third-party intervention advisors started to surface one after another. Their clients banded together to sue Cindy