The day I accompanied my fiancé for our premarital checkup, his nominal sister, Verna Carllyle, a doctor in that hospital, strode into the corridor and let out a shrill, deliberate yell, "Chloe Kent partied with five men at a nightclub just last night. She's even kept by an old geezer! She's carrying a severe infection—discharge, inflammation, the whole mess, yet she still has the audacity to show up for a premarital checkup?" Pregnant women waiting in line gasped in shock, their ultrasound reports slipping from trembling hands and scattering across the floor. Without hesitation, they scrambled to put distance between themselves and me. In my past life, I had been on the verge of confronting Verna, but my fiancé, Ivan Tracy, dragged me away in a hurry. "Verna's just throwing a childish tantrum. Don't let her words get to you. You're marrying me, and my trust in you is all that matters." However, word of the incident soon leaked online. The backlash was so vicious that my parents were literally angered to death, and I myself was hounded to my last breath by radical netizens. When I opened my eyes once more, I found myself right back on the day of the checkup, with Verna's venomous voice still ringing in my ears. "I fixed you up with that repair surgery just last month, and you've already ruined it again this time? With a private life this sordid, do you really think you deserve to marry Ivan?" Ivan shot Verna a helpless look. "Verna, that's enough. Hurry up with the checkup. Chloe and I have a marriage license to collect afterward." A cold sneer tugged at my lips as I stepped back. "Marriage license? When did I ever agree to marry you?" Ivan froze in place, then reached out to drag me towards the exit. "Chloe, what's gotten into you? Today's the day we get our license. Don't be so childish." Verna ripped off her face mask, jabbing a finger at me as she shrieked. "People may see you as the respectable heiress of the Kent family, but they have no idea how filthy you really are behind closed doors!" "Everyone in this hospital has heard about your sordid escapades! It's only because Ivan's got a heart of gold that he's willing to take you in, you slut!" My mind went blank for a split second, and then it hit me—I had gone back in time. Meanwhile, disgusted murmurs rippled through the crowd around me. "Girls these days have no shame at all. They put on such innocent faces, but they're nothing but cheap whores underneath. Who knows how much they charge for a night?" In my past life, shame had overwhelmed me completely. After Ivan pulled me away, I had made no attempt to defend myself, making myself seem guilty. This time, however, a cold laugh escaped my lips. "Everyone in the hospital knows? Are you from the obstetrics and gynecology department... or the STD clinic?" I retorted. "My checkup hasn't even started yet, so how is your mouth spouting results like a diagnostic machine?" Verna froze, clearly caught off guard. She'd never expected the mild, meek me to talk back, let alone in front of such a crowd. Ivan frowned and reached out to grab my arm. "Chloe, you're Verna's future sister-in-law. With so many people watching, show her some respect." I dodged nimbly to the side, brushing off my sleeve with a look of disgust. "Respect? Did she show me any respect when she made up such horrible lies about me?" "And what about you, Ivan?" I turned to Ivan, my gaze cold as ice as I stared at the man I'd once loved with all my heart. "When your fiancée is publicly humiliated, your first instinct is to tell me to stay quiet, all to protect this nominal sister who shares no blood with you?" Ivan's patience wore thin. "Verna was originally the one my mother approved of as my wife. Now she's acting as my sister just to avoid gossip." "She meant no harm. It's just a girl venting her frustration. Besides, if you haven't done any of it, you have nothing to fear. Just get the checkup, and everything will be cleared up." "Hurry up. We have real business to do later." He was still clinging to his delusion of getting his way. In my past life, he'd used this exact line about proving my innocence to coax me into the examination room. What followed was Verna producing a fake STD report. Ivan had then put on a show of heartbreak, claiming he didn't care about my "past" before pressuring me to sign a prenuptial agreement. The document forced me to transfer all my assets into his name for management. After my death, he'd wasted no time using my wealth to hold a grand wedding with Verna. Now that Ivan defended her, Verna's arrogance swelled. "Chloe, you're scared to get checked because you know you're guilty, aren't you?" "Everyone, look! This is the woman who seduces old men! She's diseased, and she intends to hurt more!" The crowd of patients and their families swelled. Some even pulled out their phones to record the commotion. Ivan squirmed under my gaze, forcing an awkward smile. "Chloe, we..." I cut him off coldly, shifting my focus to Verna. "Who ever said I'm your sister-in-law?" "Verna, you're an intern in this hospital's obstetrics and gynecology department, aren't you?" Verna's expression flickered. "You... What are you up to?" Without hesitation, I dialed the police. "Nothing, just a friendly reminder that public defamation is a criminal offense." "Tell me, when the police arrive, do you think your internship will still be intact?"
Ivan's face drained of color instantly. He lunged forward, trying to knock the phone out of my hand. "Since when have you become so confrontational, Chloe? Family matters shouldn't be dragged into public. Why call the police over something so trivial?" "Verna was only looking out for your health. Instead of being grateful, you're threatening her future?" I stepped back quickly, avoiding his spit. "Family matters? Are we married? Am I part of her family?" "If we're not family, what right does she have to slander me in front of everyone?" Ivan's hand froze mid-air, caught off guard by my retort. Verna, however, was too impulsive to hold back. She shrieked, "Fine, call the police! Even they can't change the fact that you're a tramp!" Murmurs of disapproval rippled through the crowd. "She looks decent enough, but she's shameless, and she's here bullying an intern like that." "Her reputation's already in the gutter, and she still has the nerve to kick up a fuss. That man's pitiful, almost becoming a cuckold." Tears welled up in Verna's eyes on cue. "Ivan, did I do something wrong? I shouldn't have said it in public. I should've helped Chloe cover it up..." "But I'm a doctor. It's what I do. I can't stand by and let her deceive you into marriage, putting you at risk of catching some nasty bug!" Feeling sorry for her, he pulled her into a hug, patting her back gently. "Verna, sweetie, come on. I know you meant well." When he turned to me, his gaze had turned icy. "Chloe, apologize to Verna." "Apologize, and we'll drop this. No more premarital checkup. I'll trust you." "And we'll go get the marriage certificate right away." Their hypocrisy made me snort softly. How had I been so blind in my past life? I'd actually believed their so-called "deep sibling bond." I stepped forward and grabbed the collar of Verna's uniform. "You claim I'm rotten and oozing pus, that I've had repair surgeries. Where's the evidence?" "Where are the medical records? The surgical notes? Did you see it with your own eyes?" Verna gasped for air, struggling to push me away. She then fumbled in her pocket, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, and waved it wildly. "Everyone, look! This is the proof! Chloe's had repeated intimate repair surgeries!" "She got a postoperative infection with pus discharge, and they even had to remove foreign objects during surgery! She's completely ruined down there!"
The crowd erupted into chaos instantly. Some even hurled rags at me. They jabbed me with mops, shoving me roughly in an attempt to drive me out. "That's revolting! Foreign objects? You filthy creature, get out of here!" "Don't you see there are pregnant women here? What if you infect them with some disease?" Ivan wore a look of heart-wrenching sorrow, reaching out as if to cover the paper. Yet he deliberately let the key details peek through for the onlookers to spot. "Chloe, I know you played wild in the past, but I don't mind. I mean it. As long as you turn over a new leaf, that's all that matters." Ignoring the slanderous shouts, I snatched the paper from Verna's hand. Panic flashed across Verna's face immediately. "You can't destroy the evidence! I'm telling you, there are backups in the system! Tearing it up won't do a thing!" I held the paper high and moved closer to the camera of a passerby who was live-streaming. "Everyone, take a good look at this so-called 'evidence' from Dr. Carllyle." "It claims I underwent intimate repair surgery and foreign object removal last Friday." As my words fell, a murmur swept through the crowd. Ivan buried his face in his hands, his expression agony-stricken. "Chloe, stop reading... I know you're doing this to get back at me, but there's no need to broadcast such things. I told you. I don't mind..." A cold laugh cut off his dramatic act. "Ivan, why don't you tell everyone where we were last Friday?" Ivan froze, his eyes darting away nervously. "That day... I was working overtime at the company. Who knows where you were fooling around?" Typical Ivan, lying through his teeth to protect his nominal sister. I pulled out my phone and opened a video without hesitation. On screen, Ivan and I sat on a plane cruising in the air. The background carried the flight attendant's announcements of the time and destination. "Excuse me, Dr. Carllyle, how exactly did you perform surgery on me while I was on a flight to the Maldives for vacation?" "Or does your scalpel have the power to stretch in the air and operate remotely?" Verna's face blanched completely. She stumbled over her words for a moment before sputtering. "Well... Maybe I mixed up the date! But I did perform the surgery. I could never forget a patient like you!" Ivan rushed to back her up. "Verna sees dozens of patients every day. Mixing up dates is only normal." "Chloe, don't fixate on this tiny discrepancy. The truth is, you did have..." I cut him off, pointing to the surgeon's signature at the bottom of the paper. "The operating doctor's signature here is Chief Bell's." "Verna, didn't you just claim you performed the surgery?" "Now you can not only operate remotely but also forge the chief's signature?" At that moment, a stern, furious voice boomed from the back of the crowd. "Who dares to forge my signature?"
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