Chapter 133
After resting at home for two days, I felt much better.
Thinking about the baby in my belly, I decided to go to the mall to buy some baby supplies and prepare in advance.
I changed into a comfortable dress and took a taxi to the downtown mall.
Walking into a baby store with a great reputation, I was dazzled by all the baby clothes, toys, and supplies on display.
I browsed slowly and picked up a tiny light blue onesie with little stars embroidered on it - soft and adorable.
The color and style would work for either a baby boy or girl.
I stared at the outfit, my heart melting, wondering how my baby would look wearing it.
"Sophia?"
A familiar voice came from behind me.
I wiped the smile off my face and slowly turned around.
Amelia was standing not far away, carrying a shopping bag in one hand.
Her belly still looked flat, yet she had one hand on her waist, as if she were very tired.
"What a coincidence," Amelia walked over with a fake smile on her face. "You're shopping at a baby store too?"
I ignored her, put the outfit back on the rack, and turned to leave.
"Don't rush off," Amelia blocked my way. "Sophia, we're both going to be mothers. We can share experiences."
"Though compared to you, I'm more experienced. You seem a bit clueless, so do you want me to recommend a few things?"
"No need," I said coldly. "I can look at myself."
"Don't be like that," Amelia acted like she didn't hear me. "I know you have hard feelings toward me. I admit I was wrong. I apologize to you, so don't be angry anymore."
As she spoke, she tried to hold my hand. I shook her off directly: "Don't touch me. I find it disgusting."
"Sophia, how could you push me? I understand that you like James and hate the baby in my belly, but the baby is innocent. Whatever you want to do, come at me, but don't hurt my child."
She cried and pleaded, looking pitiful, as if I had done something terrible to her.
Several customers around us were already looking over.
I took a deep breath: "Amelia, I don't want to fight with you, and please don't pester me. Move aside."
With red-rimmed eyes, Amelia continued her act: "Sophia, I've been very tolerant. I know you and James used to be married, but now you're divorced. You clearly know I'm carrying his baby and my emotions are unstable, yet you keep pestering him. Have you considered my feelings?"
I couldn't believe my ears: "I'm pestering him?"
"Aren't you?" Amelia wiped her tears. "That night when he didn't come home, weren't you with him?"
"Sophia, for the sake of our once-decent relationship, I don't want to have a falling out with you, but you can't go too far!"
The murmuring around us grew louder.
Several middle-aged women pointed at me with contempt in their eyes.
"She looks like such a pretty girl, how could she be a homewrecker?"
"The wife is pregnant, and she's still pestering the husband. So shameless."
"Young people these days, really..."
I laughed coldly in anger: "Amelia, stop twisting the truth! Don't you know why James and I got divorced?"
"If it weren't for you, would James and I have had no feelings after years of marriage? A thousand days and nights - even a stone would warm up."
"If it weren't for you, would our first child have died without even seeing this world?"
"Finally, you say I'm pestering him - why don't you go ask him yourself who's actually pestering whom?"
"Are you saying he's pestering you?" Amelia cried even harder. "Sophia, if you didn't give him hope, would he pester you? You know he's soft-hearted, so you use that to keep stringing him along."
A middle-aged woman with permed hair couldn't stand it anymore. She walked over and pointed at my nose, scolding: "How can you be so shameless? His wife is heavily pregnant, and you're still seducing her husband. Have you no shame?"
I looked at her coldly: "It's not what you think. You don't understand the situation, so please don't randomly take sides."
"Why can't I stand up for what's right?" The middle-aged woman got more worked up. "I can't stand homewreckers like you! Breaking up someone's family, and you think you're in the right?"
As she spoke, she actually reached out and pushed me.
Caught off guard, I stumbled backward, and my back hit the shelf. A row of baby bottles fell from the shelf and shattered on the floor.
A subtle pain came from my belly.
My face went pale instantly. I clutched my stomach, my voice trembling: "What are you doing? I'm pregnant. If something happens to my baby, can you take responsibility?"
The middle-aged woman froze for a moment, but quickly puffed up her chest again: "You're a homewrecker who ruins relationships - whatever baby you're carrying can't be any good!"
That sentence completely enraged me.
I straightened up and walked toward her step by step, my eyes cold as ice: "Say that again."
The middle-aged woman was scared by me and stepped back, but still talked tough: "I'll say it - a homewrecker's baby is a bastard, so what? Are you going to hit me?"
I said word by word: "James and I were legally married. Although we're divorced, Amelia was the one who interfered during our marriage. If you're going to call someone a homewrecker, you should call her that."
"Also, she got pregnant while my husband and I were still married. The bastard is in her belly."
There was an uproar around us.
Amelia looked around frantically, tears actually falling: "Sophia, you... How can you slander me like this? I know you hate me, but the baby is innocent..."
"Enough!" I cut her off sharply. "Amelia, put away your fake act. I'm not buying it."
I said to the middle-aged woman, "And you just pushed me and made me hit the shelf. I'm calling the police right now to handle this."
The middle-aged woman really panicked now: "I... I didn't do it on purpose... Who told you to be a homewrecker..."
"Store clerk!" I called out loudly.
A staff member walked over nervously.
"Please call mall security first, then call the police," I said clearly and logically. "Pull up the surveillance footage here and give it to the police."
"She just pushed me, causing me to hit the shelf. My stomach hurts now, and I need to go to the hospital for a checkup. Also, please help me call an ambulance."
"Don't... don't call the police!" The middle-aged woman panicked. "I'll apologize! I'll apologize to you, okay?"
"If apologies worked, what would we need the police for?" I said expressionlessly.
Amelia then stepped forward to play the good person: "Sophia, forget it. We're all women - why make things difficult for each other?"
I stared at her and rebuked coldly: "She said those things because you deliberately caused the misunderstanding. What are you pretending to be a good person for now?"
"If you want to play the good person, then you take responsibility for her, pay me compensation, and apologize to me."
Amelia was left speechless by my retort, her face looking terrible.
Security arrived quickly, and so did the police.
I explained the situation and requested to go to the hospital for a checkup.
The police took the middle-aged woman and Amelia to the police station to give statements, while I was taken to the hospital by ambulance.
Fortunately, after the examination, the doctor said the baby was fine and told me to rest in bed for a few days.