Chapter 3

When I went to the hospital to terminate my pregnancy, it became a trending topic online.

The headline read: Shocking! Arrogant mistress flaunts pregnancy to taunt cancer-stricken wife!

The accompanying photo was from the day I went to the hospital to see Alexander and Isabella.

I couldn't deny this accusation.

They had a marriage certificate; they were legally husband and wife. What was I? What was my child?

Nothing but a mistress and an illegitimate child.

I'm a kind person.

I thought if the child would be criticized by the world from the moment it was born, carrying the stigma of being illegitimate, then I chose not to bring it into this world.

Under that trending topic, there were 80,000 comments insulting me.

Perhaps because online bullying carries no consequences, netizens used the vilest language, dragging my entire family through the mud.

My mood was affected, and I hemorrhaged heavily during the procedure.

To make matters worse, I have Rh-negative blood.

There was a delay in finding matching blood, and I almost didn't make it.

In that life-or-death moment, I felt a bit vulnerable. Instinctively, I wanted to grab my phone and call Alexander. After two rings, I hung up.

In what capacity could I call him?

What right did I have?