Unlike last life, this time my father chose to publicly announce my "crimes" and announcie our disownment.

Pointing fingers. Disgusted stares.

"She looks so kind and pretty. Who knew she'd do this?"

"A stepmom who cared so much—pregnant, still cleaning up her messes? Even with an STD? Most birth moms wouldn't bother!"

"Scammed millions from her dad but called her own dad vile. Women like her? That's a bitch."

"Cutting ties is smart. Spare yourself a lifetime of her poison."

The more they talked, the prouder my father looked, as if someone finally understood his hardship..

I stared coldly. "Fine. Want to disown me? Call Grandma, Grandpa, aunts, everyone. Let elders witness it. So you won't backtrack."

"Not disowning you would be my regret."

I checked the time. Smiled inwardly. Perfect. The show starts in thirty minutes.

After Dad's calls, a large group of relatives indeed arrived.

Good, they're here. A good show needs an audience.

Grandma scowled. "I told you to behave. Act like a lady. You're as wild as your mother."

Grandpa raised his cane. "That woman is pregnant with a child! If anything happens to it, you'll pay!"

Aunts chimed in. "Vivi, wasting all that money! Such a shame—could've been invested!"

"Who does she take after? Not us Johns. So stupid."

"And an STD! Hid it well. Stay away from our homes. You're dirty."

…

Cousin Lily, a minor influencer, livestreamed it for clout.

Comments were harsher:

"Should've wiped her off the sheets at birth."

"Alert all of the city! Hope this woman doesn't go around harming people like that couple with STDs from a while back!"

"Disgusting. Drop the address. I've got thirty rotten eggs. The super stinky kind."

"To disgust her whole family? Impressive skills."

The internet works fast. My address leaked.

Rotten eggs. Spoiled veggies. Black dog blood. All rained on me.

I was public enemy number one.

But I didn't care. Come on. Get angrier. More people. The show's starting.

Then one person shattered my composure.

I saw his face in the crowd.

Evan.

He must've seen the news. Came to rescue me.

Gulping back tears, I signaled with my eyes: Don't. I'll handle it.

He stepped forward anyway—through the filth.

But his expression were wrong.

He threw a gift bag at my face. "Vivi. Never knew you were like this. We're breaking up. Here's your stuff. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

" Don't tell anyone we dated. I'd be too ashamed."

My heart clenched. Pain choked me.

I tried to speak, but Evan shoved me. "Get away. Don't talk to me."

I fell. Ceramic shards sliced my palm. Blood pooled.

My hand hurt, but my heart hurt more.

He left. No looking back.

Dad seized the moment, waving disownment papers. "Sign it. I'll surprise Sophia—tell her she's free of your threats and filth."

"Never call me 'Dad' again. Go anywhere but here."

"I gave you everything. Millions? You'd get it if you asked. But not like this. Not by shaming yourself. Not by humiliating me."

I froze. Even braced, Evan's betrayal gutted me.

"Regretting it? Too late."

His phone rang. It's Sophia.

I snapped back, signed the papers before he answered.

Sophia sobbed hysterically. "Honey… I'm sorry… The baby's gone…"

Dad paled. "What?!"

She wept dramatically. "It was Vivi! Her STD flared up again! I was taking care of her and said a few extra words… She cursed me, told me to mind my own business and die, and then she pushed me down the stairs!"

"She said… she said she wouldn't let another child steal her inheritance!"

Hearing this, I finally relaxed.

Truth time.

My dad looked at me, standing amidst the filth, and froze. Disbelief was written all over his face.

Sophia sobbed on, "I know you're hurt, but don't blame Vivi! I promised to care for her…"

"She's young! Acts without thinking… But our poor baby… he was only a month away from being born…"

Wahhh… Honey, for Vivi's sake, let's not try again. I'm scared something like this will happen again.

Her "apology" hid two barbs: I was an ungrateful idiot, I was vicious, even if they had another child, I would still harm it.

But she didn't know my father's face was turning iron-gray.

"Where are you?" he gritted out.

"Hospital. Come sign papers… take the baby away for a proper burial… Honey, please don't punish Vivi. She didn't mean it…"

The crowd gaped at me.

Cousin Lily's eyes sparkled with excitement—viral content. She plugged in her phone: "Hey guys, today I bring you breaking news! Remember to comment and support me if you're excited!!"

The livestream exploded:

"HOLY PLOT TWIST."

"Evil stepmom. Blind dad. Broken girl. I smell soap opera."

"OMG commenter above—you cursed her hardest earlier!"

"Sorry! I'm dumb but I admit it!"

You see, people are like that.

Relatives exchanged glances. My aunt spoke, "Hospital first. . No matter what, it's still our child. We should give it a proper burial."

Grandparents were sent home to avoid stress.

"Vivi! To the hospital!"

The car flew. Dad's knuckles whitened on the wheel. I caught a tear.

He doesn't want to believe.

But Dad… you'll have to.

I took a back alley shortcut. We arrived in under fifteen minutes.

VIP room, third floor.

Sophia lay in bed, laughing with her lover—no trace of grief.

She hadn't noticed us.

Never expected Dad this fast.

Her lover frowned. "Will the old fool buy your story?"

Sophia smirked. "Of course! He's swallowed every lie I fed him. He hatehis daughter now."

"Losing the baby's perfect. His 'precious baby' killed by his daughter? He'll disown her. His fortune? It's ours."

Secretary Ben sighed. "If the baby lived, we'd have gotten the money faster."

"Your fault! So close to giving birth, yet you still had such a big itch. I said we could use our hands, but you insisted on going all the way!"

Sophia touched his hand sweetly. "Don't be mad. We'll make more. You father them."

"Thank god the old man's sex impotent. You're the handsome and virile one. Our babies will be gorgeous."

She checked the time. "He's coming. Go."

And my dad's face at that moment? It was truly a spectacular sight to behold.

He'd dragged me here to "prove" Sophia was coerced into slandering me.

Instead, he caught her in the act and got criticized for his sexual performance.

His fists cracked.

BANG!The door nearly splintered.

A cuckolded man's strength. Noted.