His scream of grief reverberated through the room, causing a wave of shock and confusion.
The live stream chat exploded with questions and disbelief
[Wait, what?]
[What’s going on?)L
[Did that guy just call the old woman ‘Mom‘?]
Is this a plot twist or what?]
[Could the mistress actually be telling the truth?
No way Have you ever seen a mistress this bold?)
Maybe the guy’s just playing both sides to avoid taking responsibility!):
So the ex–wife has the upper hand because of the pregnancy? No wonder the current wife is losing itJ2 [Senously, what kind of friend is she?
The chaotic scene in the live chat went unnoticed by everyone.
Natalie rushed over to David, grabbing him with an exaggerated show of concern
“Honey, are you out of your mind? How can you not even recognize your own mother?“!
down her face.
JAM
David, barely able to process what was happening, swung his arm and slapped Natalie hard.
The smack was loud and clear, but my focus was elsewhere.
Blood from Olivia was spreading around us, and I was paralyzed with fear and worry.
“David! Your sister needs help now!”
David staggered to Olivia’s side, brushing her hair away from her face.
His already pale complexion seemed to drain further
“Olivia! Wake up!”
“Somebody, please help my sister!”
