Karma Starts Somewhere

Yarra whispered, "She really doesn't look well. I once saw an actress playing a cancer patient, and she looked just like this. Maybe we should help her?"

Joseph rejected the idea outright. "Her acting skills are as good as an award-winning actress. Besides, I just saw her medical report—she's perfectly healthy. It's just a bit of rain. She won't die from it. If anything, she deserves to learn a lesson."

I watched them walk away. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even utter a word.

My condition was worsening. Perhaps dying like this would be a kind of relief.

In the end, it was a kind passerby who took me to the hospital. The doctor took one look at my miserable state and scolded me angrily.

"With your condition, you're still running around in the rain? Do you have a death wish? Where's your family? Where are they?"

I gave a bitter smile and said that they had died many years ago.

The doctor lectured me, telling me to take better care of my health. Then, he handed me a series of medical forms.

Even a stranger cared about me, yet my own husband had left me to die in the rain without a second thought.

On my way downstairs, I ran into Joseph and Yarra. They had come out of the obstetrics department.

Yarra spotted me and waved her prenatal exam results at me with a bright smile.

"Anna, are you here for a check-up too? If I had known, I would've brought you along! The doctor just confirmed that I'm pregnant! Joseph is going to be a dad!"

I couldn't help but find it ironic. Yarra was sweetly holding my husband's arm, proudly sharing the joy of her pregnancy.

Joseph glanced at me, looking disgusted at my dirty clothes. "You're still my wife. Could you at least try to maintain your image when you go out? Why are you running around like this? Wait…"

Yarra suddenly called out softly, covering her stomach. "Look, it's kicking me."

Joseph turned to her and warmly smiled. "It's only one month. It can't kick yet. What will the child do when it sees its silly mom?"

Yarra giggled. "Anyway, you'll always be by my side. What do I need to be smart for?"

Joseph looked at me as if he wanted to say something, but Yarra tugged at him, saying it was time for their next check-up.

I watched them walk away, then turned to walk toward my death.

The medical report showed my life expectancy was only a month or two.

Perhaps to kill time while waiting, Yarra started a live stream to share her joy.

She lifted the edge of her top slightly to reveal her stomach. Joseph looked at her, his eyes darkening with desire.

The viewers flooded the chat with congratulations and insults toward me.

"Look, they are truly in love. Can that shameless woman just leave already?"

"How are you still clinging onto the title of Mrs. Belfort? Yarra is pregnant! If you had any self-respect, you'd pack your bags and leave!"

I had seen these comments countless times before. Most of them were Yarra's fans, while the rest were likely paid trolls.

Joseph seemed to be enjoying himself, continuously sending gifts in the live stream, filling the screen with presents.

Yarra was beaming, showing off a recent order Joseph had placed for her, which included a set of lingerie.

The followers continued to tease them, saying how great their relationship was. Some even asked about their favorite positions, jokingly claiming they wanted to learn.

Yarra blushed deeply. "How can we discuss such private matters in public? We're fine with anything."

However, the viewers weren't satisfied and kept egging them on.

Joseph reached out and blurred the screen with a mosaic filter. Even so, faint silhouettes of the two standing figures remained visible as their clothes gradually fell to the floor.

The suggestive sounds coming from the stream sent the comments section into a frenzy.

"Be careful with the baby."

Their voices grew louder, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I gagged and retched.

It had been too long since I had eaten, and nothing came up except a pool of blood.

The doctor looked at me in confusion and asked what I was doing there.

"I heard Mr. Belfort reserved a special room upstairs for his lover to rest. Aren't you his lover?"

His lover was no longer me.