At 3 PM, my newly hired colleague, Liam (who went by "Lia" at the office), suddenly tagged me in the company-wide Slack channel with hundreds of people: @SarahVance: You btch in cubicle 203, can you stop banging on your keyboard? The vibration is giving me cramps!* @SarahVance: My baby is sleeping in my belly right now. If your noise gives him a concussion, I will make your whole family pay! I hurriedly explained that I was rushing a proposal due EOD and that I was using a silent mechanical keyboard. But he refused to believe me. I patiently explained multiple times. To avoid conflict, I even applied to work from a desk in the hallway. Unexpectedly, a week later, he barged into the breakroom with a freshly boiled kettle of water and poured it over my head. I collapsed in a pool of scalding water, skin peeling. He still疯了一样 (like a madman) smashed my head with his high heel, screaming hysterically: "It's all your fault! I miscarried! Your keyboard noise killed my son!!" My vision blurred, and I lost consciousness—dying without understanding how a silent keyboard could kill anyone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he cursed me out in the group chat. Facing his familiar abuse, I didn't back down. I directly questioned him in the group: "What kind of pregnant woman are you pretending to be? If you pulled it out, your d*ck would be bigger than mine!" 1 After I sent the message to the group, the chat, which had been buzzing with hundreds of people discussing projects, went dead silent. A few seconds later, Lia's messages flooded the screen like a broken dam: @SarahVance: What kind of bullst are you spouting, you dirty whre? I'm three months pregnant! I have the ultrasound right here. How dare you slander me?! @everyone: Come look at this! Sarah in 203 is jealous because she can't lay an egg herself, so she can't stand seeing others have babies! @HR @CEO_Zhang: There's a person like this in the company! I'm calling the police! This is defamation! This is a personal attack! Lia threw a tantrum, crying and screaming. Immediately, colleagues stepped up, pointing their spears at me. Karen from Design: Sarah, that's too much. How can you talk to a pregnant woman like that? Your mouth is poisonous! Another colleague tried to mediate: Lia, calm down. Don't get angry for the baby's sake. Sarah was probably just joking. Lia wasn't having it: Joking? Is this something you joke about? What do I have to say to her? She's just jealous I married well and have my husband's seed in my belly! My pregnancy is high-risk! The doctor specifically ordered bed rest and quiet! But this slt keeps typing like she's operating a jackhammer! If anything happens to my baby, I'll skin her alive!* Other colleagues on the floor started chiming in: Exactly. Lia said she's not feeling well. Can't you be quieter? It's already afternoon. Can't you submit that proposal tomorrow? Why antagonize a pregnant woman? Reading these black-and-white distortions, I laughed out of pure rage. In my past life, this was how they pushed me into a corner step by step. I explained over and over that I used a silent keyboard. To avoid disturbing her, I even took my laptop to work in the stairwell. But what I got in return was her scalding me from head to toe with boiling water. Before I died, with my skin boiled off and my skull crushed by a high heel, Lia's crazed face was the last thing I saw in this world. I closed my eyes. The searing pain of boiling water seemed to brand my soul. Anger and hatred crashed against my chest. Lia was still frantically tagging me in the group: Cat got your tongue? Why aren't you talking, you btch? Guilty?* Did you do it on purpose? You don't want me to have a good life, right? I finally got pregnant, and you just have to kill my son, don't you? If anything happens to him, can you afford to pay? Will you pay with your life? "Pay with my life?" "Pay for the turd you're going to birth?" I stared at those words, unable to suppress my fire any longer. I sent a voice message directly to the group, my tone icy: "Fine. Come over here right now. As long as you dare to drop your pants in front of the whole company, I, Sarah Vance, will jump out this window right now to pay for your son with my life!" 2 My voice message made the entire company explode. The group chat was silent for a full minute. Then, a commotion erupted from the direction of my cubicle. I looked up and saw Lia clutching her belly, supported by several female colleagues, marching towards me with red-rimmed eyes. "Sarah!" Her voice was shrill, laced with tears, as if she had suffered the world's greatest injustice. "How can you be so vicious? How did I ever offend you for you to humiliate me like this?" "I'm carrying a boy! He's the only heir for generations in our family. Can't you just tolerate him?" The female colleagues beside her immediately jumped to her defense: "Sarah, you're inhuman. Lia just joined the company, why are you bullying her like this?" "Exactly! Won't you have children yourself one day? Can you bear to see your own child cursed like this?" "Messing with an unborn baby? Aren't you afraid of karma?" Lia was still dry heaving, acting her heart out. Tears came on command as she leaned weakly on a colleague: "I'm going to kill you... You ruined my innocence... I'm going to kill you..." His crying was piercing, stimulating my eardrums and my memories of the past life. Thinking of how I was tortured to death by this gender-confused maniac, my body couldn't stop shaking. Hearing him say he wanted to kill me, I couldn't hold back anymore. I stood up abruptly, shoved the female colleague aside, and grabbed him by the collar. "Kill me? You already killed me once in my last life!" "Act! Keep acting! Where's your belly? Where's the ultrasound? Show me!" He was frightened by my aura. After freezing for a few seconds, he suddenly clawed at my face. I dodged sideways and tripped him precisely. Thud. He fell face-forward onto the floor. Recalling the agony of boiling water pouring over me in my past life, rage consumed my heart. I stepped on his back, grabbed his silky wig, and smashed his face into the floor. "Keep pretending! Keep acting! Let's see what kind of thing you really are today!" Lia was pinned down by me, screaming like a slaughtered pig: "Ah! Help! Sarah's crazy! She's killing people! My belly... my baby..." His shrill screams attracted more colleagues. Everyone rushed up, pulling us apart. Two male colleagues held me back. I was still panting. Calculating the time, I had only been reborn for half an hour. That means, half an hour ago, I was murdered by this monster in front of me! How could I be calm?! But after pulling me away, the crowd pointed fingers at me: "Sarah, are you insane! It started with your foul mouth, and now you dare to hit a pregnant woman?" "How did we not notice before that our company had such a vicious woman like you!" "I've called security! If you dare move again, we'll call the police directly and let them handle you!" 3 Freed from my suppression, Lia became arrogant again. He was helped up, clutching his belly, crying and pointing at me: "Everyone saw it! She's jealous of me! She wants to kill my child!" He stumbled towards me, raising his hand to slap me. I wanted to fight back, but I was firmly held by the male colleagues. "Still want to fight?! Can't you behave?" Seeing I couldn't move, a smug grin appeared on Lia's face, and his insults became nastier: "You rotten goods who can't lay an egg! You should just rot in the ground!" Other colleagues also criticized me for lacking empathy. Karen, who spoke up earlier, comforted Lia while glaring at me hatefully: "You're an adult, have you no shame? Making a pregnant woman this upset over a proposal, what is your heart made of?" "It's hard enough for Lia to work while pregnant. If something happens to her because of your tantrum, can you take responsibility?" I struggled, trying to break free, and shouted back: "I've explained a dozen times, I use a silent keyboard! How did I disturb him? Telepathy?" "Besides, he says he's pregnant. Has anyone seen his prenatal checkup reports? Has anyone seen his husband pick him up?" My words made a few people pause, doubt creeping into their eyes. Lia immediately pulled a crumpled paper from his bag: "This is my ultrasound! It clearly says 12 weeks pregnant!" I sneered: "Just now you said my keyboard sounded like a jackhammer and gave you cramps. Now you're jumping and screaming here, and your precious son is suddenly fine?" Everyone froze. Karen muttered to herself: "Yeah, when I was pregnant, let alone fighting, even a loud noise made my heart race... Is Lia's fetus made of steel?" Security arrived just then, seeing the tense situation, they quickly interjected: "Everyone calm down! Talk it out!" Lia, who was arrogant just a moment ago, suddenly covered his mouth and started dry heaving. After a while, she said weakly: "I can't... my stomach hurts so much... She must have hurt the baby when she pushed me!" "I need to go to the hospital! If I lose my baby, Sarah, I won't let you go even as a ghost!" I wasn't going to let him off that easily. "Great, let's go to the hospital! I'll go with you! I'll also help you book a urologist to check your prostate!" Lia went berserk, screaming and pointing at my nose: "You... you crazy woman! You're slandering me! I'll sue you for defamation!" I immediately addressed the crowd: "Did everyone hear that? Just one check at the hospital and we'll know. If he really is a pregnant woman, I'll kowtow and apologize to him in front of everyone, and pay all medical bills!" Then, I turned to Lia: "Do you dare to go?" Saying that, I grabbed him and dragged him toward the exit. "Let's go, right now! Let the whole company see if you're carrying a child or just a bag of bad water!" My colleagues and I stared at him, waiting for an answer. Lia's face went from red to white. He never dreamed that the soft persimmon he crushed in his past life would turn into a prickly maniac in this one. He gripped the desk tightly, refusing to move a step. Then, as if struck by an idea, he suddenly collapsed straight to the floor with a thud. A pool of "blood" quickly spread beneath him. He reached out, pointing a trembling finger at me, eyes full of venom: "My baby... Sarah... you killed my baby!" 4 Lia was quickly taken away by an ambulance, and the company was in chaos. Karen pointed at me, shaking with rage: "Sarah! Are you happy now? You killed someone's child!" Another colleague had already dialed 911: "Hello, police? Someone here intentionally assaulted a pregnant woman, causing a miscarriage!" I stood by the pool of "blood," watching coldly. That wasn't blood at all; it was just red ink. This scammer was certainly well-prepared. Soon, the police arrived at the office. Lia had been sent to the hospital for "emergency treatment," and I was taken back to the station as the prime suspect. The office surveillance clearly recorded the whole process. From my message in the group chat, to Lia bringing people to confront me, to me pushing him, and finally his "miscarriage." All evidence was extremely unfavorable to me. In the interrogation room, the officer's expression was grim: "Sarah, why did you use such heavy hands on a pregnant woman? Just because she asked you to be quiet?" "Do you know your actions constitute intentional assault?" I looked at the officer and said calmly: "Officer, I didn't. First, I didn't intentionally hurt him. Second, he isn't a pregnant woman." "He is a man." The officer frowned: "We've verified with the hospital. The victim, Lia, female, was indeed 12 weeks pregnant, but has miscarried due to severe impact." "What else do you want to fabricate?" I laughed: "Hospital? Which doctor did the check? Dare you let him come confront me face to face?" "I said, Lia is a man. What's in his belly isn't a fetus, but a silicone pad and a bag of red ink." My words stunned the police. They probably had never seen such a "stubborn" suspect. A male officer slammed the table: "Sarah! You still show no remorse! Surveillance video, witness testimony, hospital diagnosis, all evidence points to you!" "Do you think spouting nonsense will get you off the hook?" I met his gaze fearlessly: "I haven't committed a crime, why would I need to get off the hook?" "I demand to see Lia. I want to prove he is a man in front of you." "If I can't prove it, I'll plead guilty and accept the punishment, no questions asked." My attitude was so firm that the police began to doubt. After deliberating for a few minutes, they decided to take me to the hospital for a confrontation. Arriving at the hospital, Lia was lying in a hospital bed, face pale, hooked up to an IV, looking incredibly weak. Karen and a few colleagues were guarding the bedside. Seeing me, they rushed up like hens protecting their chicks. "You dare to come here! You murderer!" Karen's spit almost sprayed on my face. I ignored her and walked straight to the bedside, looking at Lia acting his heart out. "Stop acting. You're overdoing it." Seeing me, Lia shuddered violently and shrank back in terror: "Don't come over... you demon... what else do you want? You've already killed my child..." He cried hoarsely, attracting the attention of the entire ward.
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