Chapter 3

Mom and Dad stayed with me at the hospital all night. By morning, they had to rush to the office for work.

I took the family car home, only to find Melanie waiting at the gate.

A man stood beside her.

With the help of my previous life's memories, I recognized him immediately. He was Charlie Davies, the Stewart family's chosen match.

The instant he saw me, his face twisted with disgust. "You were gone all night, probably messing around with some guy. I will never marry a loose woman like you!"

Melanie's eyes reddened as she grabbed my hand. "Yvonne, I know you've had a hard life before. But just because Mom and Dad have your back now doesn't mean you can live without limits. Where does that leave our family's reputation?"

I clutched the spot on my stomach where Melanie had slammed into me, my face tightening as I hissed in pain. "Melanie, what are you talking about? What did I even do?"

Seeing my reaction, Melanie grew even more confident. She sharply demanded, "Where were you last night, then?"

At the mention of last night, my expression shifted. "I just went to the hospital for a minor checkup."

Charlie let out a scoff. "A checkup? More like getting rid of the bastard in your belly. Melanie already told me everything. Once you were taken back into the Stewart family, your true colors showed.

"You used your family's power to sleep around, got pregnant who knows how many times, and even had your uterus removed just so you could keep fooling around!"

Their loud voices quickly drew the attention of the neighbors.

In a neighborhood like this, the neighbors were either the Stewarts' business partners or close family friends.

Upon hearing the argument, they gathered around.

"It just goes to show that upbringing is everything. Melanie might not be a real Stewart, but she has class. But Yvonne? She's a total train wreck. I can't believe she'd sink this low!"

Just like in my previous life, ugly comments poured into my ears.

My body trembled slightly. But this time, it wasn't from fear or shock.

Seeing me shake, Melanie looked even more certain. She suddenly lifted my shirt and asked, "Yvonne, isn't this scar from the surgery? You're Charlie's fiancee. How dare you do this? You owe him an apology."

On my abdomen was a scar, about half an inch long. "No! This isn't what you think it is!"

I scrambled to cover myself, my face burning with humiliation.

Charlie spat on the ground. "You disgust me! The evidence is right there, and you're still lying? I wouldn't want a promiscuous woman like you even if you threw yourself at me for free!"

Melanie pressed down on my neck, trying to force me to kneel in front of Charlie. "I've already messaged Mom and Dad. If you did something wrong, you must be punished."

When Mom and Dad arrived, they saw me clutching my bleeding abdomen with a look of indignation, surrounded and bullied by people from all sides.

Melanie's eyes lit up at the sight of them.

She rushed over and clung to them before speaking in a voice thick with grievance, "Mom, Dad, you have to stand up for me. Yvonne's been fooling around with men outside. To avoid getting pregnant, she even had her uterus removed. I asked her to apologize to Charlie, but she refused!"

Tears streamed down my face as I looked up. "Melanie, why are you slandering me?"

Melanie clapped her hands, and someone in a white coat stepped forward, holding a pink embryo.

"This was the embryo found inside your uterus during your surgery last night. We even had a DNA test done. It proves this was your baby."

Melanie looked smug as she waited for Mom and Dad to punish me. She completely missed the change in their expressions.

"Melanie, are you absolutely sure Yvonne had an abortion and her uterus removed last night?"

Melanie nodded without hesitation. "I'm sure. Isn't the DNA test proof enough? I know all this because Yvonne often went to the Royal Club to fool around with men. I kept an eye on her.

"This is a disgrace to our family. So many people saw this. Mom, Dad, you have to give everyone an explanation."

After saying that, she shot me a provocative look. In her mind, she had already won.

The next second, Dad raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.