Chapter 4

The next morning, when I opened my phone, my DMs suddenly showed "99+" unread messages.

I clicked on them, surprised.

Without exception, all of them were insults directed at Daniel and me.

It turned out that last night, the two of them had used a hidden spare phone to start a live stream.

They accused Daniel of raping them, leading to their pregnancies.

I rushed to push open their bedroom door.

But it was empty; not a soul was inside.

The online abuse continued.

"Worse than animals!"

"Ever since the internet, I've seen everything but ghosts."

"Propose castration for all rapists!"

"Scum! Should be shot!"

"Men are only well-behaved when they're hanging on a wall."

...

After a night of fermentation, the incident's popularity had climbed into the top three trending topics.

And it was still rising.

I quickly messaged Megan.

"The results will take a little longer. I'm rushing them. Hang in there a bit."

The cold words felt like the blade that had pierced my chest in my previous life.

Before I could even react, the next second, I received a message from Daniel.

"Honey, I've been fired."

Just like in the previous life.

Daniel's company, after seeing the news online, immediately fired him regardless of the truth.

Without even giving him a chance to explain.

I could only, as in my previous life, pull out Daniel's infertility diagnosis certificate to prove our innocence.

"The sisters' live stream already debunked it; this proof is fake."

"But poor woman, stuck with such an animal of a husband."

"Poor? My ass. The kids said it themselves, the whole thing was planned by both of them. This couple loves to pick little girls from orphanages..."

"Like parent, like child."

"Sickos!"

...

The online abuse intensified, but Megan's message still hadn't come through.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

I thought it was Daniel and quickly opened it.

A bucket of blood-like liquid splashed across me.

Several elderly neighbors, armed with brooms and feather dusters, furiously attacked me.

"Slut! How dare you lay hands on such young kids!"

"You inhuman monster!"

"You damn animal! You're lower than dirt!"

"Heartless witch! Have you no conscience?!"

...

I didn't bother trying to explain, desperately dodging.

But the blows still landed on me, one after another.

Someone grabbed my hair, pulling so hard I almost fainted from the pain.

In the chaos, I heard a familiar voice.

"Who are you people? If you don't leave, I'm calling the cops!"

The neighbors weren't afraid of Daniel; instead, they became even more emboldened.

"Go on, call them! We'll see if the police arrest us or you!"

"How can you lay hands on your own daughters? You're truly heartless!"

...

As they spoke, they moved to strike again.

Daniel pushed several people away with force, then quickly slammed the door shut.

I was shaken.

I clung to Daniel, sobbing uncontrollably.

Finally, my phone rang.

It was Megan's report.

The paternity test showed that the babies in their wombs had no blood relation to Daniel.

It also confirmed that Skylar was the biological father of both children.

I publicly posted the paternity test results.

From a top hospital, black and white on paper.

But the online users didn't buy it.

"Can't you try harder with the Photoshop, hahahahahaha..."

"Is this woman stupid? The biological father is a woman?"

"To cover up their crimes, they'll even make up such ridiculous lies."

"They said AI couldn't replace humans, right?"

...

Someone had begun doxxing my personal information.

immediately messaged Megan. "Are Skylar's results ready?"

The chat window stayed dark.

The wall clock read 12:25 PM.

In my previous life, at exactly 12:30 that day, two extremists had stormed our home and murdered Daniel and me.

Watching the time on the screen tick down, my heart pounded faster and faster.

Then, at 12:28 PM, Megan's reply finally flashed on the screen.

"The results are in! Just as I thought."