Suddenly, someone shoved me hard from behind. A man yelled in my ear, “What the hell are you standing around for? Go save her! She’s talking suicide, just agree to whatever she wants! A life is at stake! If she really dies, that’s on you! I’ve never seen a more shameless man. Your wife and kid are about to jump and you just stand here? You probably acted the same way at your parents’ funerals! Surely, you’ll get what you deserve soon!”
I wanted to shout that the child wasn’t mine, that I had zero reason to panic, but this really wasn’t the moment for explanations.
Because someone had already started livestreaming. And of course, the camera was pointed right at me.
For views, the streamers exaggerated every detail. In their narrative, I was a heartless cheater dumping my wife and child for a new woman, and now the ex was about to kill herself because of me.
Within seconds, the livestream room had tens of thousands of viewers, and the comments were exploding.
[Girl, don’t do it! The one who should die is him!]
[If you die, you’re just giving that cheating bastard and the homewrecker a chance!]
[Think of your child! He still needs you!]
[Trash man! Hope you get struck by lightning!]