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“I…”
“Here is my marriage certificate to Marshall. Have you got anything like that?”
She took two certificates from her bag and displayed them for me and the camera to see.
I felt a chill run down my spine; how on earth did she have a marriage certificate with Marshall?
I attempted to stand, grab it, and see for myself, but she pushed me back down with a vengeance.
“What’s the matter?” Trying to rip the truth apart?”
She stepped on my hand, and I couldn’t stop crying. “I have been married to Marshall for years. We…”
I bit back the pain and reached for my phone to call Marshall.
However, her quick-handed accomplice snatched it and hurled it to the ground, where it shattered. “Do you think you can call for backup?” As if!”
Bystanders had already caught wind of the unfolding drama and rushed in to get a closer look.
Nina rattled off her accusations with unwavering confidence, and the audience began to echo her sentiments.
“The world has gone mad! Nobody has any morals anymore!”
“She’s bold enough to pursue a reporter’s husband. Doesn’t she fear the consequences of public humiliation?!”
“Homewreckers should get what they deserve!”
“Take her down!” Take her down!”
Nina puffed up with pride as the crowd chanted in unison.
“Sasha, I have done my research on you. Your mother had you and your brother out of wedlock!
“Sure, Marshall’s loaded, but that doesn’t mean he’s your ATM! Are you hanging onto him just to milk him dry for your gambling brother?”
She aired my dirty laundry without regard for my privacy!
I tried to get up despite the pain in my hand, but Nina’s boot hit me again, sending me crashing into the curb!
Agony ripped through me. I clutched my stomach and looked down to see blood running down my legs.
“It hurts! My baby… My baby…”
I couldn’t bear the thought of losing the child I had worked so hard to conceive.
“Please, help me…” I begged, looking up from my anguish.
The onlookers also noticed the blood. Some pulled out their phones to call for assistance, while others attempted to reason with Nina. “She’s pregnant, for heaven’s sake. Whatever she did, the baby’s innocent.”
“Hey, if you go too far, you will have blood on your hands!”
“Sure, she’s in the wrong, but let’s not forget the guy’s the one who really messed up. It’s not all on her…” “She’s playing a dangerous game, pregnant and all, but what’s my crime for standing up to her?
“She had the audacity to be the other woman, so why shouldn’t I fight for what’s right for me!”
“Does being the underdog always mean she’s right? If that’s the case, why bother determining who is correct or incorrect? Maybe we should all just play the weakling, huh?”
“Here is my marriage certificate to Marshall. Have you got anything like that?”
She took two certificates from her bag and displayed them for me and the camera to see.
I felt a chill run down my spine; how on earth did she have a marriage certificate with Marshall?
I attempted to stand, grab it, and see for myself, but she pushed me back down with a vengeance.
“What’s the matter?” Trying to rip the truth apart?”
She stepped on my hand, and I couldn’t stop crying. “I have been married to Marshall for years. We…”
I bit back the pain and reached for my phone to call Marshall.
However, her quick-handed accomplice snatched it and hurled it to the ground, where it shattered. “Do you think you can call for backup?” As if!”
Bystanders had already caught wind of the unfolding drama and rushed in to get a closer look.
Nina rattled off her accusations with unwavering confidence, and the audience began to echo her sentiments.
“The world has gone mad! Nobody has any morals anymore!”
“She’s bold enough to pursue a reporter’s husband. Doesn’t she fear the consequences of public humiliation?!”
“Homewreckers should get what they deserve!”
“Take her down!” Take her down!”
Nina puffed up with pride as the crowd chanted in unison.
“Sasha, I have done my research on you. Your mother had you and your brother out of wedlock!
“Sure, Marshall’s loaded, but that doesn’t mean he’s your ATM! Are you hanging onto him just to milk him dry for your gambling brother?”
She aired my dirty laundry without regard for my privacy!
I tried to get up despite the pain in my hand, but Nina’s boot hit me again, sending me crashing into the curb!
Agony ripped through me. I clutched my stomach and looked down to see blood running down my legs.
“It hurts! My baby… My baby…”
I couldn’t bear the thought of losing the child I had worked so hard to conceive.
“Please, help me…” I begged, looking up from my anguish.
The onlookers also noticed the blood. Some pulled out their phones to call for assistance, while others attempted to reason with Nina. “She’s pregnant, for heaven’s sake. Whatever she did, the baby’s innocent.”
“Hey, if you go too far, you will have blood on your hands!”
“Sure, she’s in the wrong, but let’s not forget the guy’s the one who really messed up. It’s not all on her…” “She’s playing a dangerous game, pregnant and all, but what’s my crime for standing up to her?
“She had the audacity to be the other woman, so why shouldn’t I fight for what’s right for me!”
“Does being the underdog always mean she’s right? If that’s the case, why bother determining who is correct or incorrect? Maybe we should all just play the weakling, huh?”