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Marshall smiled brightly the next day as he booked a hotel and planned a lavish celebration.
He was ecstatic, telling anyone who would listen about his impending fatherhood.
I watched him, filled with joy, and decided to let bygones be bygones, hoping that was the beginning of our happily ever after.
However, after the party, his mistress discovered I was pregnant and identified me as the homewrecker.
It turned out that Marshall’s other woman was a journalist.
I’d seen her on TV, grilling interviewees with her sharp wit, a stunning beauty with a strong will.
I followed her every move after discovering she was my husband’s mistress.
I kept an eye on her whenever she was on air.
Her appearance and killer instincts had made her a celebrity in the news industry.
They dubbed her the Beauty Bullet online, referring to her ability to bring any story she touched into the spotlight.
The following night, she was the top story on the evening news.
“Viewers, after years of being a reporter, I never thought I’d be the one in front of the camera,” she said, her eyes red and puffy as if she had been crying, looking into the lens with a mix of anger and stubbornness.
“My boyfriend cheated on me with another woman, and she is now pregnant with his child! He claims that he must do what is best for the baby, which includes removing me from his life!
“I’ve always raised my voice against the unfairness in this world. Now, it’s time I do it for myself!”
She was adamant, vowing to seek justice for herself.
She promised to keep the audience updated and insisted that the person who had wronged her pay.
I informed Marshall of the shocking news and questioned why he had not resolved the situation.
“Marshall, I do not want our child to enter a world of drama!
“If you don’t clear this up, I’m considering divorce.”
Marshall was furious, denying everything: “I’ve promised we’d have a good life, so let’s just do it. Stop imagining things!”
His promise convinced me to wait a little longer.
Later that night, as I was walking around the block, the reporter’s car pulled up right beside me!
I was caught off guard when a crowd surrounded me!
Panicked, I yelled, “What is going on?!”
The camera focused on me as she shoved the microphone at me.
“Sasha! How long have you followed Marshall? Did you forget he has a wife, like me?!”
Her glare was chilling, and I felt like she was about to lash out at any moment.
I tried to clarify things: “What are you talking about? “Marshall is my husband.”
She swung at me with a painful slap, “Cheater!” You have the audacity to play the other woman and refuse to admit it. Trying to trap a guy by becoming pregnant? Shameless!”
A crowd of enraged fans pushed me down in an instant, and I instinctively shielded my stomach.
That only fuelled her rage; she pushed the burly cameraman’s hand, ensuring that the camera was pointed at my stomach.
“Look at her, everybody! This is the cheater who ruined my marriage and even made my husband want to divorce me. “Don’t believe for a second that Marshall would ever stoop to your level!
“I’m a reporter, and I’m fighting for more than just love here; I’m fighting for justice!”
Her lies, told under the guise of being a reporter, made me tremble with rage. “You’re lying through your teeth! Marshall is my husband and not yours.”
Nina Warren paused and smirked, as if she had caught me in a slip-up. “Is Marshall your husband? “Prove it.
He was ecstatic, telling anyone who would listen about his impending fatherhood.
I watched him, filled with joy, and decided to let bygones be bygones, hoping that was the beginning of our happily ever after.
However, after the party, his mistress discovered I was pregnant and identified me as the homewrecker.
It turned out that Marshall’s other woman was a journalist.
I’d seen her on TV, grilling interviewees with her sharp wit, a stunning beauty with a strong will.
I followed her every move after discovering she was my husband’s mistress.
I kept an eye on her whenever she was on air.
Her appearance and killer instincts had made her a celebrity in the news industry.
They dubbed her the Beauty Bullet online, referring to her ability to bring any story she touched into the spotlight.
The following night, she was the top story on the evening news.
“Viewers, after years of being a reporter, I never thought I’d be the one in front of the camera,” she said, her eyes red and puffy as if she had been crying, looking into the lens with a mix of anger and stubbornness.
“My boyfriend cheated on me with another woman, and she is now pregnant with his child! He claims that he must do what is best for the baby, which includes removing me from his life!
“I’ve always raised my voice against the unfairness in this world. Now, it’s time I do it for myself!”
She was adamant, vowing to seek justice for herself.
She promised to keep the audience updated and insisted that the person who had wronged her pay.
I informed Marshall of the shocking news and questioned why he had not resolved the situation.
“Marshall, I do not want our child to enter a world of drama!
“If you don’t clear this up, I’m considering divorce.”
Marshall was furious, denying everything: “I’ve promised we’d have a good life, so let’s just do it. Stop imagining things!”
His promise convinced me to wait a little longer.
Later that night, as I was walking around the block, the reporter’s car pulled up right beside me!
I was caught off guard when a crowd surrounded me!
Panicked, I yelled, “What is going on?!”
The camera focused on me as she shoved the microphone at me.
“Sasha! How long have you followed Marshall? Did you forget he has a wife, like me?!”
Her glare was chilling, and I felt like she was about to lash out at any moment.
I tried to clarify things: “What are you talking about? “Marshall is my husband.”
She swung at me with a painful slap, “Cheater!” You have the audacity to play the other woman and refuse to admit it. Trying to trap a guy by becoming pregnant? Shameless!”
A crowd of enraged fans pushed me down in an instant, and I instinctively shielded my stomach.
That only fuelled her rage; she pushed the burly cameraman’s hand, ensuring that the camera was pointed at my stomach.
“Look at her, everybody! This is the cheater who ruined my marriage and even made my husband want to divorce me. “Don’t believe for a second that Marshall would ever stoop to your level!
“I’m a reporter, and I’m fighting for more than just love here; I’m fighting for justice!”
Her lies, told under the guise of being a reporter, made me tremble with rage. “You’re lying through your teeth! Marshall is my husband and not yours.”
Nina Warren paused and smirked, as if she had caught me in a slip-up. “Is Marshall your husband? “Prove it.