Chapter 3

Sylvia Bennett’s POV

Bag after bag of blood was taken away.

I watched my own blood flow through the tube and into the plastic bags, and my consciousness started to drift.

In the past, when our school organized a blood drive, I was standing in line when Zachary rushed over from nowhere and dragged me straight out of the line.

“You’re so tiny. I’d feel awful if you lost even one drop of blood.”

Now, for a tiny cut on Yvonne’s neck that didn’t even need a Band-Aid, he pinned me to the blood collection table and kept drawing my blood.

A dull swelling started in my abdomen, as if something were sinking downward.

Then came a sudden spasm.

My face turned white in an instant, and cold sweat seeped from my forehead.

A warm, wet sensation spread beneath me.

The ceiling before my eyes began to spin, and every sound faded far away.

I heard doctors shouting something, nurses running, and someone pressing down on my shoulders.

Then I knew nothing.

When I woke up again, I was in a hospital room.

The doctor sitting by my bed was one of my colleagues.

“Dr. Bennett, you’re awake.”

He looked at me, his expression complicated.

“You’re pregnant. How could you donate that much blood?”

I froze.

“You didn’t know?” He opened my chart and pointed it out to me.

“Eight weeks pregnant. Your hemoglobin was severely low, and with the massive blood loss, it led to…”

He didn’t finish the rest.

I remembered then. My period really hadn’t come last month.

At the time, I thought I was just too exhausted from back-to-back surgeries and didn’t pay attention.

“What about the baby?”

Marcus Collins looked at me and shook his head.

“Mr. Foster will definitely be heartbroken when he finds out,” my colleague sighed. “I’ll notify him to come over—”

The young nurse beside him quickly tugged at his sleeve and gave him a look.

My colleague’s words stuck in his throat.

“Did he come by?” I asked.

The two of them exchanged a glance. Neither spoke.

“He didn’t, right?”

I answered for them.

“It’s fine.” I leaned back against the pillow and closed my eyes.

“Don’t tell him.”

For the next two days, my colleagues took turns coming to see me.

They brought meals, sent flowers, covered my rounds, and took meticulous care of me.

Zachary Foster never came once.

No one mentioned him.

On the afternoon of the second day, I was resting with my eyes closed in the ward when the voices of two young nurses drifted in from the hallway.

“Mr. Foster has been on the twelfth floor in the VIP ward with that actress the whole time. I heard flowers filled up an entire floor.”

“That cut on Yvonne Hayes’s neck didn’t need hospitalization at all. It was just a shallow scratch, and it healed ages ago. Mr. Foster said she’s a celebrity and was afraid of scarring, so he transferred the entire cosmetic dermatology department team over there.”

“Isn’t Dr. Bennett Mr. Foster’s fiancée? She’s hospitalized too, and he won’t even come take one look?”

“Shh—stop talking. Careful someone hears you.”

Their footsteps hurried away.

On the third day, I handled my own discharge paperwork.

When I passed the fire stairwell, the fire door wasn’t fully shut. Voices came from inside.

It was Zachary Foster’s voice, and one of his friends.

“Zachary, you’re really not going to check on Sylvia Bennett?”

“It’s been days. You haven’t asked about her once. Back then, if she got a splinter in her hand, you acted like the sky was falling.”

“No. She’s become too spoiled and domineering.”

Zachary’s voice was cold.

“She dared to stab someone in the neck with glass. If I don’t temper that temper of hers, what happens next time? I can’t indulge her.”

Yvonne smashed a wine bottle against my head, and he thought she was just a young girl, telling me not to hold it against her.

When I fought back, I became spoiled and domineering. Someone he couldn’t indulge.

“Zachary, what exactly do you think of Yvonne Hayes?”

Zachary fell silent for a moment.

“Yvonne, that girl… how do I put it?”

His tone turned indulgent and infatuated.

“I can’t stop. It’s addictive. There’s an energy in her—bold, passionate, fearless. Like Sylvia used to be.”

“Sylvia is too boring now. Like a dead pool of water.”

He really was good at finding excuses.

But I had already become myself again.

The same thing, when Yvonne did it, was passionate and charming. When I did it, it was domineering.

He despised me for being as dull as stagnant water before. Now that I fought back, he despised me for being spoiled.

When someone stopped loving you, everything you did was wrong.

“You’re really not afraid Sylvia Bennett will leave?”

Zachary let out a mocking laugh.

“Where would she go? Everything she has, I gave her. Without me, she’s nothing.”

I stood outside the fire door, clenching my fists.

They killed my child. I had to do something for my child.

After I was discharged, I got the surveillance footage from the private club that day.

Zachary had Yvonne pinned down. Yvonne’s face was directly facing the camera.

I uploaded the video online.

Less than ten minutes after it was posted, the views broke one hundred thousand.

#A-list actress explicit video exposed#

Because Zachary had his back to the camera, netizens didn’t know it was him.

All the firepower focused on Yvonne.

[Holy shit, that face is definitely Yvonne Hayes. Way too recognizable!]

[Those moves, that level of explicitness… She always acts like such a pure untouchable ice queen, but she’s this wild in private?]

[She plays hard! No wonder her resources are so good!]

[The guy’s face isn’t shown. Is this some stunt to buy trending topics or what? Disgusting.]

Several of Yvonne’s luxury endorsements immediately announced they were suspending cooperation, and production teams held emergency meetings overnight to discuss replacing her.

Yvonne’s studio urgently deleted all posts from every social media platform.

But only two hours later, the situation took a dramatic turn.

Yvonne’s video was scrubbed completely clean.

Her studio released a formal statement overnight:

[The video circulating online regarding Ms. Yvonne Hayes is purely an AI-generated fake and a malicious defamation of Ms. Yvonne Hayes’s reputation. Ms. Hayes has reported the matter to the police and will pursue legal responsibility against the rumor-mongers.]

Public opinion instantly reversed.

Yvonne went from the heroine of a scandal to the victim of AI slander.

Sympathy came crashing in like a tidal wave, and the attention was even higher than before.

At the same time, another high-definition private video landed on the front pages of every major social media platform.

The woman in the video was me.

Countless netizens flooded my account and the hospital’s account. The comments section was like a sewer gate had been opened.

[A doctor plays this wild in private? Tsk, tsk. Take off the white coat and she’s just a slut.]

[Who is that with her? Does Mr. Foster know he’s been cheated on?]

[Could it be some hospital executive? Did she sleep her way into that title?]

[Mr. Foster’s fiancée filming this kind of thing in private. She’s completely ruined the Foster family’s reputation.]

My whole body went ice-cold.

I knew this video all too well.

The person who filmed it was Zachary Foster.