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His First Love Livestreamed My Miscarriage
Novelix
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Seven months pregnant, Emily Carter begged her husband, Ethan Hale, for the $3,000 deposit that could save their son, Noah. Instead, Ethan froze her accounts and sent her desperate video to Olivia, his first love, who turned Emily’s pain into a viral lesson on “emotional manipulation.” When Noah died, Olivia framed Emily as a liar, and Ethan believed every word. Humiliated, beaten, and stripped of evidence, Emily stopped begging and started building a case. But as Olivia’s perfect image cracked live online, Ethan finally learned the truth—and realized Emily was already gone, with someone else ready to protect her.
Chapters (3)
第1章
To force me to apologize to his first love, Ethan Hale froze every bank account under my name.
In the hospital corridor, I knelt on the floor with my seven-month belly cradled in my arms, begging him through a video call to save our baby — the baby I was about to lose.
It wasn't long before a screen recording of me on my knees, sobbing and pleading, showed up in Olivia's livestream.
She looked into the camera, her voice gentle and assured.
"See, everyone? This is a textbook case of playing the victim to manipulate someone's emotions."
"To guilt a man into caving, these women will use anything — even the baby in their own womb."
"When you encounter something like this, the most important thing is not to respond. The more you respond, the more she'll think the tactic works."
The stream shot to number one on the tip chart.
Olivia's "Emotional Manipulation Recognition Course" sold a hundred thousand copies overnight.
She pocketed five million.
Ethan sent me a message.
"Since your little case helped Olivia make money, I'll let you off the hook for the apology this time."
I lay on the cold stretcher, listening to the doctor tell me the baby was gone.
I closed my eyes and laughed — a bitter, broken laugh.
Almost at the same moment, my phone buzzed with an e-ticket for a flight to the United States in three days.
"I'll go with you to the States in three days. You can have the baby there."
"Stop making a scene."
...
"Olivia is so clear-headed."
"You can tell the other one's a master manipulator. She actually got down on her knees with that belly — any normal man would've fallen for it."
"Olivia is incredible."
Olivia smiled lightly in her stream.
"Well, I've been studying these emotional manipulation patterns for a long time. Most of the tricks are actually pretty easy to spot."
"Today's case is on the extreme end."
She sighed.
"A normal person, even if they wanted to control their partner, would know that a child is the line you don't cross."
"But the woman today — she weaponized the baby in her own womb. Honestly, she's already in dangerous territory."
In no time, hashtags like "Olivia Exposes Emotional Manipulation" and "Olivia Teaches You to Escape Emotional Blackmail" were trending everywhere.
The evening news even ran a live segment with her.
Ratings hit the highest of the night.
I turned off my phone, wrapped Noah's urn in a piece of soft flannel, and placed it in the small grave I'd just dug by the river.
Beside it lay a few tiny outfits I'd just finished knitting.
He never got to wear them.
"It's cold on the road, baby. Put your clothes on before you go."
I knelt before the little headstone and finally broke down, hands pressed to my face, sobbing.
Just before dawn, my phone rang — sharp and urgent.
It was Olivia.
"Emily, Ethan's been calling you. Why aren't you picking up?"
"You're only a month or two from your due date. This isn't the time to throw a tantrum, is it?"
I pushed open the front door.
Olivia was standing in the living room, phone in hand.
The moment she saw me, she tugged excitedly at Ethan's sleeve.
"Ethan, Emily's back!"
Ethan strode toward me.
His eyes were bloodshot, his voice urgent.
"I told you I'd go with you to the States. You couldn't get money out of me, so you decided to disappear?"
"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for a pregnant woman to leave the house in the middle of the night?"
Olivia glanced at his worried expression, and the smile on her lips dimmed just slightly.
The next second, she turned to me with that sweet look again.
"She's right, Emily. Even if you're upset with Ethan, you shouldn't put the baby at risk too."
Ethan shoved me.
"Go pack your things. I'm taking you to a hotel near the airport tonight."
I was wearing a loose maternity dress, the fabric draping over my entire frame.
So he hadn't noticed — my belly was flat.
"There's no need."
I pressed my hand against my lower abdomen.
The wide hem of the dress collapsed instantly.
"There's no point anymore."
Ethan whipped around.
His breath caught.
Olivia clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes instantly red.
"Emily! Just because Ethan didn't fall for your act —"
"How could you get so angry that you went and aborted the baby?"
Tears brimming, she looked at Ethan.
"Ethan, how could she do this?"
第2章
Ethan's eyes were rimmed with red.
He seized my wrist.
"Have you lost your mind? Just because I wouldn't give you three thousand dollars, you threw away our child?"
"I didn't throw him away."
I looked at him, eyes burning.
"I told you — it was an emergency."
"Ethan, look, she's lying to you again."
Olivia stepped forward and snatched up every single prenatal report I'd had since the start of the pregnancy.
"Every checkup came back normal. How could something suddenly go wrong last night?"
I looked at her.
"You know exactly why something went wrong, don't you?"
Olivia froze.
I clenched my teeth and forced out every word.
"What did you put in my soup last night? Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"
"Enough!"
I was shoved hard. My lower back slammed into the corner of the table, and the pain blacked out my vision.
Ethan glared at me through gritted teeth.
"Stop blaming everything on Olivia."
"Haven't you falsely accused her enough times already?"
Olivia bit her lower lip, gazing at me with that wounded look.
I steadied myself against my back and almost laughed at the absurdity.
It had always been this way.
When Olivia pushed me down the stairs — I was maliciously framing her.
When Olivia lost the livestream script — I'd set her up on purpose.
When Olivia put something in my soup — I was slandering her.
Looking at this man I'd loved for seven years, I suddenly felt so tired.
"Don't worry."
My voice was quiet.
"I'll never accuse her of anything again."
I pulled open the drawer and held out the divorce papers.
"I'll just wish you both happiness."
Ethan went rigid.
He looked at me, his voice faintly trembling.
"Emily..."
"See?"
Olivia let out a cold laugh, her eyes full of contempt.
"Ethan, I told you."
"Once Emily's other tricks didn't work, she'd pull out the divorce papers. It was only a matter of time."
Ethan's hand, halfway reaching for me, froze in midair.
Olivia turned to me, her tone gentle, but every word barbed.
"Emily, Ethan cares about you, so he's easily swayed by you."
"But I'm a woman too. Did you think I couldn't see right through you?"
"You really know how to scheme. First you kneel on the ground with your pregnant belly to play the victim. Then you get rid of the baby but claim you lost it, so Ethan feels guilty."
"And then you come prepared with divorce papers — your safety net."
"Honestly, most men wouldn't survive that kind of routine."
"Even if Ethan does divorce you, you'll leverage his guilt to walk away with a fortune."
The urgency drained from Ethan's face, bit by bit.
The way he looked at me grew colder, degree by degree.
When he spoke again, his voice dripped with contempt.
"Fine. We can divorce."
"But don't think you'll see a single cent."
He snatched the divorce papers from my hands and flipped to the property division page.
Then he went still.
It was written there in black and white.
I voluntarily relinquished all marital assets. I would leave the marriage with nothing.
Ethan looked at me, visibly surprised.
Olivia frowned without thinking.
But almost immediately, she leaned in and whispered, "Ethan, sign it."
Ethan's brow tightened.
Olivia jumped in at once:
"She's banking on you going soft."
"She offers to give up everything, and your instinct is to compensate her with a huge payout."
"That way, she keeps her reputation and walks off with the money."
She looked at me coldly.
"But someone who would use her own child as a bargaining chip — why should she get to have it all?"
Ethan gripped the pen.
"Ethan, only when you sign will she realize this trick doesn't work."
"Only then will she stop using the same tactics to hurt other people."
Ethan laughed.
A mocking laugh.
"Emily Carter, I have never been more disappointed in you."
He signed both copies of the divorce agreement in quick, sharp strokes.
"Since you're the one who offered to give up all the assets, then so be it."
He tossed my copy at me, apparently hoping to catch a flash of regret in my eyes.
But I simply put it away, quietly, without any particular reaction.
He frowned, clearly displeased.
The next second, he took Olivia's hand and walked out without looking back.
That night, Olivia's livestream exploded again.
"Look, everyone — this is a case study of a woman who tried to weaponize divorce to guilt-trip a man, and I saw right through it."
On screen, my divorce agreement with Ethan was enlarged to fill the frame.
第3章
"Oh my God, this woman is playing at such a high level! The property division section actually says she voluntarily gives up everything!"
"If I were a man, I might've been fooled too."
"Olivia is amazing! If it weren't for her, the business empire Mr. Hale built might've been bled dry by this woman."
Olivia spoke into the camera:
"This is a very advanced form of emotional control."
"But men aren't fools. Eventually, they'll see through it."
"And when that happens, everything she conned out of a man will be taken back one way or another."
"The women in my stream would never resort to tactics like these."
"But we have to learn to recognize them, so we can step in when the men in our lives are being deceived."
"That's the only way to protect truly healthy relationships from being destroyed."
The link for the "Emotional Manipulation Recognition Trial Course" sold out instantly.
Combined with the previous sales, Olivia had made close to ten million off my case alone.
The comments erupted in celebration.
"This case was so satisfying. She thought she could go up against Olivia? Dream on."
"Bet she didn't see that coming. Thought she'd walk away loaded, and Mr. Hale actually signed."
"Am I the only one who thinks Mr. Hale and Olivia are kind of perfect together?"
"Obviously! Mr. Hale built Olivia's streaming platform for her, and his team handled all the early promotion."
"Especially the two cases that made Olivia famous — Mr. Hale provided both of them!"
"Isn't that the definition of 'when you love someone, you lift her higher'?"
Olivia couldn't help covering her mouth as she laughed.
"Oh, stop it, everyone. Ethan and I are just business partners."
"Business partners are even better! The power-couple dynamic is everything."
"Right. Way better than some woman at home who does nothing but play the victim and guilt-trip people."
"I found this woman's personal info! Don't let her get away with it!"
"Oh no!"
Olivia acted as if she'd just remembered, and hurriedly blurred out my name and address with a mosaic filter.
"Everyone, please don't do that! This is my fault — a careless slip."
"Olivia is too kind."
"No way. Olivia can forgive her, but we can't! Sisters, let's go!"
Olivia lowered her head, but the corner of her mouth quietly curved upward.
Then, the next second —
A link appeared out of nowhere in the stream's chat.
Someone clicked on it.
The comments were instantly flooded with question marks.
"What is this? Did Olivia drug that woman's soup?"
"Wait... Olivia caused her miscarriage? She wasn't faking it!"
"Oh my God, is this real?"
Olivia's face went white.
"I'm sorry, everyone. Someone is spreading malicious rumors in the stream."
She frantically had the moderators delete the comment and its link.
But the post the link led to had already racked up hundreds of thousands of views.
On my end, I let out a cold laugh.
Ethan always told me I didn't need to watch my back around Olivia.
He said he was just helping a lonely old classmate get her business off the ground — doing right by an old friendship.
But I'd secretly installed surveillance cameras in the house anyway.
The footage of Olivia slipping something into my soup was captured in perfect clarity.
The door burst open.
Ethan stormed in, pulling a weeping Olivia behind him.
The first thing out of his mouth:
"Was that post yours?"
