The Wrong Woman

The next morning, Imogen woke up unusually early. With an important job interview looming, she dressed meticulously, applied light makeup, and left home half an hour earlier.

Anxious about potential traffic delays, she deliberately opted for the subway. As she approached the subway entrance, someone suddenly threw a bucket of water mixed with green dye at her out of nowhere.

Imogen was completely caught off guard, freezing in shock. She let out a startled cry. The water cascaded from her head to her toes, leaving her drenched. She stared in disbelief at the culprit-Scarlett, who was visibly pregnant.

Passersby at the subway entrance were equally stunned. They paused to watch with curiosity, gossiping and speculating about the unexpected incident.

Imogen clenched her jaw, struggling to maintain her composure as she slowly wiped the water from her eyes. She looked down at her soaked clothes, then back at Scarlett.

If Scarlett hadn't been pregnant, Imogen might have been tempted to give her a piece of her mind right then and there.

voice edged

victimized posture. Tears welled in her eyes as she pointed an accusing finger at Imogen. "Imogen Kingsley, you seduced

with many pulling out their phones to capture the unfolding drama. Imogen quickly put on a face mask, her voice ringing

speak through tears, "I've seen your messages. Are

seen them, so you know it was your husband who pursued me, who confessed his feelings. I told him I wasn't interested and blocked him." Resting her hand on her belly, Scarlett

Were all pregnant women assumed to be this foolish? Why was Imogen

didn't have the energy to argue with Scarlett any longer. She'd be late if this kept up. Her clothes were soaked through, her makeup a mess. She

find your address. I'm not letting you leave without an explanation." Entirely focused on her upcoming interview, Imogen hastily jerked her arm away. "Let me go! I

down, she ended up seated on the floor.