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.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

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.

A wave of frustration knotted Imogen's stomach. She took a deep breath, her voice edged with anger as she demanded, "Scarlett, what on earth is your problem?"

Emphasizing her pregnant belly in tight clothing, Scarlett took on a victimized posture. Tears welled in her eyes as she pointed an accusing finger at Imogen. "Imogen Kingsley, you seduced my husband! You have no morals. You're despicable!"

A crowd of spectators swelled, with many pulling out their phones to capture the unfolding drama.

Imogen quickly put on a face mask, her voice ringing out in anger. "Stop spreading lies about me!"

Scarlett struggled to speak through tears, "I've seen your messages. Are you going to deny it?"

Imogen found the mention of "messages" amusing. "You've 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 sobbed, "If you hadn't encouraged him and flirted back, why would he be so obsessed with you and keep bothering you?"

Imogen was dumbfounded. It was the most ridiculous accusation she had ever heard. Were all pregnant women assumed to be this foolish? Why was Imogen blamed when she was the one who had been pursued?

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 turned, eager to get home and change, thinking she might still make it on time with a bit of luck. 

Watching Imogen walk away, Scarlett hurried over and grabbed her arm. "Imogen, I spent a lot of money to 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 don't have time for this nonsense."

Scarlett was shoved, stumbling until she collided with a pillar near the entrance. Sliding down, she ended up seated on the floor. Onlookers tensed at the scene. Clutching her stomach, Scarlett let out a scream of pain, her face twisted in agony. 

Hearing the cry, Imogen spun around, alarmed by the sight before her. Despite whether Scarlett was genuinely injured or not, Imogen's interview was completely derailed.

"It's killing me!" Scarlett cried out. Tears streamed down her face as she continued clutching her stomach.

Onlookers rushed to help her up, some dialing for an ambulance.

Imogen stared at Scarlett, her expression filled with bewilderment. When the ambulance arrived, Scarlett was quickly taken away. Seen as the one at fault, Imogen reluctantly trailed behind. She ended up paying for Scarlett's ambulance and medical bills.