Selina stared at the photo. A young woman who looked unmistakably like her was caught in an intimate kiss with a man.
Her breath hitched when recognition struck her heart. The man was no different from the pervert.
Below an image in the middle of others, bold words were written as if meant to brand her.
[Baby, please stop playing games with me. I can't wait to see you tonight.]
The sight of that exaggerated, obscene display made her stomach twist violently. Nausea burned up her throat as she clenched her shirt against her belly, fighting the urge to vomit.
"No…" she whispered. "Where did all this trash come from?"
Her mind reeled, shock scattering her thoughts before she could even think of defending herself.
"Hmmm… I heard our colleague here is pregnant. Could it be from her husband or from this secret lover?" That voice sliced through the noise.
Selina recognised that voice without turning around. It was from that woman...who spilled on her.
