Spoiler-Bombed Villainess And Her Tiny Avenger

Synopsis

I was heading to my prenatal checkup when, right at the entrance of the OB-GYN clinic, I bumped into my husband, Ethan. He was gently supporting the woman he's always cherished, his beloved girl, Rosalie. The next second, a flood of blood-red comments suddenly took over my vision: [Heads up! The villainess is about to lose it, rush over and shove the fragile Rosalie, and ends up having a stress-induced miscarriage herself!] [Same here! Because of this miscarriage, the male lead completely dumps her and clears the way for Rosalie.] [Pitiful people always have something hateful about them. She's just a substitute anyway. Getting thrown out with nothing and dying on the street is exactly what she deserves.] I held my four-month baby bump, staring at those glaring comments until it felt like my blood turned to ice. So I was nothing more than the villainess in some novel. Me and my unborn child were destined from the beginning to be nothing but obstacles for their love story.