I turned and left. Behind me, the reporters I’d brought began following up on the story. I gave them a clue–Cindy was the pregnant woman who’d been reported for illegal prostitution last night.
I wanted to see how Cindy would explain herself.
Under my machinations, Cindy quickly became infamous. She was still out on bail, so there was no escaping the fact that she had checked into a hotel room with another man. It didn’t matter how she tried to spin the story; the truth was right there.
With a little push from me, Cindy’s situation spread online.
Some might call me ruthless for doing all this to a pregnant woman, but she’d done the same thing to me in my last life.
Cindy sobbed before the camera, unable to speak through her tears, but the reporters were
merciless.
“Ms. Chase, did you check into a hotel with a man who wasn’t your husband? The police say that you’re under suspicion for illegal dealings. What kind of dealings would that be?”
“Ms. Chase, you’re pregnant, aren’t you? You wouldn’t cheat on your husband now, would you?”
“Is this all just a misunderstanding, or is it true?”
Shaun’s face was as dark as thunder as he kicked all the reporters out of Cindy’s hospital
room.
I just laughed.
