Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 38

Chapter 3

Maybe it was my killer stare. Maybe my power was suffocating them.

Everyone froze.

Then they all burst into hysterical laughter.

“This bitch is INSANE! Why not claim you’re the damn President!”

“She shouldn’t be seeing an OB-GYN-she needs a psychiatrist! If she’s the CEO of Skyline Group, then I’m Bill Gates.”

Clara looked down at me with contempt.

“You pathetic whore. All of New York knows MY HUSBAND runs Skyline Group. Now, you claiming to be the CEO?! What, you think he’s dead?”

Just thinking about Adrian’s fake-ass face made me snort coldly.

“I wish he was.”

The moment those words left my mouth, Clara’s face twisted with rage as she kicked viciously at my stomach.

“You little whore! How dare you curse my husband! You must have a death wish.”

“You and your bastard baby die FIRST!”

Then came a loud *thud*.

My belly contracted violently, followed by a warm gush of fluid between my legs.

I went dead white, staring at the flood between my legs. Then struggling to look up at the doctor nearby.

“My water broke. Get me to the ER, now.”

Clara slapped me hard across the face.

“Water broke my ass! You just pissed yourself from fear!”

The doctor chimed in smugly.

“Exactly. You’re only eight months along-waters don’t break this early. You think we’re idiots who’ll fall for this crap?”

I bit down hard on my lip, glaring at all of them.

“You’re a disgrace to those white coats. Any real doctor could tell whether my water broke just by looking.”

The crowd watching this mess started murmuring among themselves.

“She doesn’t look like she’s faking it! Maybe her water really did break?”

“I only came to this hospital because I heard they had the top equipment and resources. Now I’m having second thoughts.”

The director shot them a withering look.

Hearing the director say that, people seemed reassured.

“DISGUSTING. Faking labor with piss!”

“She’s wasting medical resources. Bet she came here on purpose for baby money! Total con artist.”

I clutched my stomach tightly, begging the crowd desperately.

“Please, someone call an ER doctor. I’m about to give birth.”

A few pregnant women looked torn, seeing me in obvious pain.

But Clara’s voice cut like glass, scanned the crowd menacingly.

“Anyone who helps her today is crossing me and Skyline Group.”

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