Part 3The Pregnant Woman Who Murdered Me Is A Man

Without my foot pinning him down, Rory’s arrogance returned.

He was helped up, clutching his belly, pointing at me and sobbing dramatically:

“See, everyone? She’s just jealous! She wants to kill my baby!”

He staggered toward me, raising his hand to slap me.

I tried to fight back, but the male colleagues held me in a viselike grip.

“You want to hit back?! Just calm down!”

Seeing me immobilized, Rory’s face twisted into a smug, triumphant sneer. His insults became fouler:

“You barren piece of trash! You deserve to rot in the ground!”

The other colleagues continued to berate me for a lack of empathy.

Brenda, the woman who had helped Rory up, soothed him while shooting me a hateful look:

“You’re a grown woman with no shame! You drove a pregnant woman to this state just over a proposal. What is wrong with you?”

“Rory is pregnant, and it’s hard enough for her to work. If you cause her any complications, how will you be able to take responsibility?”

I struggled against the men holding me, shouting my defense:

“How many times do I have to explain? I use a silent keyboard! How am I bothering him? Am I transmitting my noise through telepathy?”

“And furthermore, he says he’s pregnant—has any of you seen his prenatal reports? Has any of you seen her husband pick her up?”

My question made a few people hesitate, a flicker of doubt in their eyes.

Rory, however, immediately pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his bag:

“This is my ultrasound report! It clearly says twelve weeks gestation!”

I gave a cold laugh:

“A minute ago you said my keyboard was like a jackhammer, making your stomach hurt. Now you’re screaming and fighting, making this huge scene, and your precious son is perfectly fine?”

Everyone was momentarily stunned.

Brenda muttered to herself:

“Yeah, when I was pregnant, I got stressed just hearing loud noises... is Rory’s baby exceptionally tough?”

At that moment, the security guard rushed in, saw the volatile scene, and immediately spoke up:

“Everyone, calm down! Let’s discuss this peacefully!”

Rory, who had been so arrogant a moment before, suddenly clutched his mouth and dry-heaved.

After a long pause, he said weakly:

“I can’t... My stomach hurts so bad... I must have gone into premature labor after being pushed by her!”

“I need a hospital! If my baby is gone, Anya Reed, I will haunt you!”

I wasn't about to let him escape so easily.

“Fine! To the hospital! I’ll go with you! And I’ll make sure to book you a consultation with an urologist to check on your prostate!”

Rory instantly went ballistic, pointing his finger at my face and shrieking:

“You... you maniac! You’re lying! I’ll sue you for defamation!”

I turned to the crowd:

“You all heard that, right? The truth will be known at the hospital. If he turns out to be pregnant, I will publicly bow down and apologize to him, and I will cover all his medical bills!”

Then, I turned to Rory:

“Do you dare to go?”

With that, I grabbed him, pulling him toward the door.

“Let’s go! Right now! Let the whole company see whether you’re carrying a baby or a sack of rotten intentions!”

All the colleagues and I stared at him, waiting for an answer.

Rory’s face cycled from bright red to sickly white.

He never dreamed that the soft target he had terrorized in the last life would come back as a prickly, raging maniac this time.

He held onto the desk for dear life, refusing to move an inch.

But then, as if something clicked, he let out a loud THOOMP and collapsed straight to the floor.

A puddle of “blood” quickly spread out from beneath him.

He reached out a trembling hand and pointed at me, his eyes full of pure malice:

“My baby... Anya Reed... you killed my baby!”