My Ex's Mistress Killed His Sister, On Camera

When I posted a picture of my positive pregnancy test, my ex–best friend decided I was using the baby to win back my ex–husband, branding me as some desperate homewrecker. She showed up at the new hospital I'd just opened, dragging her little posse along with her.

"Oh, so you can't find a new man? You think getting knocked up will win your ex back? How pathetic. You really believe being the ex-wife still gives you any claim over him? Give me a break!"

"Today, we're going to teach you what happens to sluts like you!"

These so-called righteous wives, who were actually the real homewreckers, came at me, hurling insults and fists. They were so brutal I almost lost my baby.

But in their rage, they didn't realize the lives they were ruining weren't just mine. They were my ex-husband's mother and sister.

Today was supposed to be a happy day. I rarely post on social media, but I shared my pregnancy test results. As the congratulations rolled in, my phone buzzed with a trending live notification.

Curious, I clicked, and my stomach dropped. The host was Natalie Gray, my ex-husband David Mitchell's mistress and my former best friend.

Natalie was storming down the street with a pack of glamorous women, her face twisted in fury as she spat into the camera:

"I can't believe my so-called best friend turned out to be a backstabbing snake! She was the one who cheated on her husband and left him, but now that she sees how happy we are, she wants him back! She's been flirting with my husband, using her 'ex-wife' title as an excuse. And now? She's flaunting her pregnancy like some kind of trophy!"

"She even sent me a picture of her test just to rub it in my face, because I can't have kids!"

"If she hadn't stressed me out with her meddling, I'd be a mother by now too!"

"I even helped her after the divorce because I felt sorry for her. And this is how she repays me?!"

"Well, I'm done playing nice. If I don't stand up for myself now, what kind of woman am I?"

Tears streaming, she raised her fist and shouted, "Let's end homewreckers! Protect our marriages!" The women behind her, equally dramatic, chanted along like they were in some twisted sisterhood.

Fueled by the online frenzy, Natalie wiped her tears, eyes burning with determination.

"Thank you for the support, everyone. Today, I'm going to teach that snake a lesson she'll never forget. Stay tuned!"

Natalie had built a following as a beauty influencer, so I figured this was just another stunt, using me for drama to boost her brand. But twisting the truth for sympathy? That crossed a line.

The reality? She was the one who seduced David. When I caught them and she got pregnant, I filed for divorce immediately. To avoid losing more in the settlement, David dragged her to the clinic himself to terminate the pregnancy. Now, she was spinning it like I caused her miscarriage.

These days, people would do anything for clout, no matter how low. With Natalie, nothing surprised me anymore.

As for the women behind her? One glance told me most were just like her, gold-diggers and homewreckers, with a few still trying to lock down their own sugar daddies.

But we live in a society of laws, not mob justice. So I reported her livestream without hesitation.

Watching it get shut down, I smirked and dialed David, someone I hadn't spoken to in ages.

"David, leash your wife. If she keeps spreading lies about me online, I'll see her in court."

"Are you insane, Emily?" he snapped before hanging up.

Clearly, he still resented me for leaving him with nothing after the divorce. But I didn't care. I threw on my lab coat and called in my first patient.

Just as I sent her to the exam room, frantic knocking erupted at the door,