Branded the Mistress, I Made the Fake Heiress Beg

A fake heiress falsely branded me her rival, then staged a so-called 'intervention' to trap me inside the delivery room. 'How dare a shameless mistress think a child could buy her a place,' she sneered. 'Today that baby is gone for good. Let's see if you ever climb into my man's bed again.' The crowd she hired sealed the delivery room doors, refusing to let a single doctor reach me. I begged them to let me through, but they only laughed and held a camera on me while I struggled through labor. They pulled my baby from me and let him die before my eyes. I clung to his still body, sobbing, while they posted my anguish online beneath one caption: 'This is what happens to mistresses.' I refused to stay silent. I exposed her stolen heiress identity and laid bare every secret of the people who had cornered me under the guise of helping me. The internet turned on her without mercy, and when she finally had nowhere left to run, she came to me on her knees, begging to be forgiven. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop. 'Jump,' I said, 'and I'll forgive you.'