Reborn After They Aborted My baby and Stole My Womb Chapter 07

Reborn After They Aborted My baby and Stole My Womb Chapter 07

Calista’s POV 

In the top–floor banquet hall of the hotel, crystal chandeliers reflected high society’s most hypocritical glory. 

“The deep merger between Monroe Group and Lennox Group will open a new era of commerce in this city.” 

Theodore stood under the spotlights, impeccable in his suit, wearing his signature refined smile. Below the stage, Sullivan, just discharged, looked a bit pale, while Archer raised his glass appropriately everything was as perfect as a painstakingly rehearsed play. 

Until the heavy double doors were violently kicked open from the outside with a massive *BANG*. 

The shutter sounds of the cameras stopped instantly. 

Wearing a velvet slip dress as crimson as blood, walking in four–inch heels, I stepped into this lamorous slaughterhouse amid dead silence. 

“Looks like I missed the perfect moment to celebrate, *Father**.” I sneered, emphasizing the last word heavily. 

Theodore’s decent mask instantly cracked with panic: 

“Calista? Why are you here?” 

Archer rushed down from the stage, trying to use his affectionate face to deceive me once again: “Calista, be good, stop acting up. We can talk about everything when we get home, there’s a lot of media here…” 

**“Get lost!“** I slapped Archer across his flawless face with a resounding smack. 

The crisp sound echoed in the hall. Everyone gasped. 

I didn’t give him a second to breathe, firmly pressing the play button on the remote in my hand. 

The massive LED screen behind the stage lit up- 

It wasn’t the merger PowerPoint. It was extremely clear, hidden security footage from the private study. 

In the video, the usually elegant Theodore held a glass of red wine, his voice slithering into everyone’s ears like a viper. 

“Archer, the bastard in Calista’s belly absolutely cannot be kept. You need to find a way to get rid of it.” 

And my “deeply affectionate” husband Archer, who checked on me every day, smirked with sickening greed. 

“That’s the seed you planted yourself, Theodore. If don’t care, why should I? But since you’ve slept you with 

my wife, I think that 10% share of Monroe Group needs to be transferred to my name today.“** 

Total dead quiet fell over the room, leaving only the sound of reporters aggressively sucking in their breaths. 

Before anyone could react, the massive screen flickered, splitting into three big frames. 

On the left, extremely clear night–vision footage showing Theodore brazenly entering his daughter–in- law Freya’s room like an experienced pervert. 

On the right, the actual ultrasound report they treated as top secret, which I fought to keep–clearly highlighting the fetus carrying a rare recessive gene that 100% matched Theodore’s medical records. 

And in the center, dense records of hush money transfers and cross–border proxy agreements were blasted to the crowd like death warrants, completely exposing Theodore’s disgusting scheme of using marriage as a cover to use his stepdaughter and daughter–in–law as sex slaves. 

The reporters went entirely feral, raising their cameras to snap furiously. 

“Turn it off! Cut the power right now!” Theodore totally lost it, roaring as he rushed to smash the control console, his hypocritical face finally twisting into the demon he was. 

“I’m not done yet, Theodore.” 

A cold female voice rang out from backstage. Freya slowly walked to my side, holding a thick stack of forensic reports and police receipts stamped with official seals. 

“Over the past ten years, under the guise of sponsorships and marriages, Theodore has assaulted and unlawfully imprisoned up to thirteen underage girls and female family members!” Freya held up the forensic papers, pointing straight at her father–in- Jaw, whose face was completely devoid of color. **” And I am one of his victims! I have already submitted all physical evidence with real names to the Federal Major Crimes Unit!“**