The Comeback: How I Destroyed the Friend Who Ruined Me Chapter 05
The drive was dead quiet. No one said a word. The only sounds were the engine and the tires on the road.
Finally Dominic spoke. “Enjoy your last few hours, Scarlett. If I find out you really killed my kid, I’ll make sure you wish you’d never been born.”
After what happened in my past life, I didn’t doubt him for one second. I had seen what he was capable
- I had felt it.
But I’d learned my lesson.
I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
I just smiled coldly and kept my mouth shut. There was nothing to say anyway. He would see the truth
soon enough.
Ten minutes later, we pulled up to Vincent’s place. It was a big house in a quiet neighborhood. The kind of house that was supposed to look respectable. But I knew what went on behind those walls.
I led them straight inside. I knew exactly where to go. I had been here before, in my past life. I had seen
what was waiting.
There they were. In the master bedroom. Vincent was kissing Evelyn like his life depended on it. His hands were on her face, holding her like she was something precious.
They didn’t even hear us come in. They were lost in their own little world.
Dominic stopped in the doorway. His fists clenched at his sides. His jaw tightened so hard I could see the
muscles bulging.
He just stood there, frozen, watching his wife in his uncle’s arms.
But I could see it on his face. That smug look from before? Gone. Completely gone. Something else was
taking its place.
He was starting to believe me. I could see the doubt creeping in behind his eyes.
Influencers crowded behind us, peeking in through the doorway. Their faces were shocked. Some of them
had their hands over their mouths.
The live chat went absolutely crazy.
@ChicagoRealTalk: wait wait wait… is this for real? someone tell me this is a prank
@WindyCityWatcher: no way. NO WAY. that’s his WIFE and his UNCLE???
@SouthSideSally: this is the best stream I’ve ever watched. I’m not sleeping tonight. I don’t care what
time it is
@BeautyByBella: omg his face. look at dominic’s face. i almost feel bad for him
@LurkerDan: nahhh this is wild. she was pregnant with his uncle’s baby?? that’s a different level of wrong
@CubsFan101: bro just walked in on his wife and his uncle. on live tv. millions of people watching. i can’t even process this
@ChiTownMom: i thought she was the victim this whole time. what is happening right now
The viewership blew up. Millions of people watching online from all over the country. Maybe the world. This was going to be everywhere by morning.
Dominic stood in the doorway for a long time. Seconds felt like minutes. No one moved. No one breathed.
Then he finally walked in.
“What the hell is going on here?”
His voice was quiet. That was worse than shouting. When a man like Dominic goes quiet, something bad
is about to happen.
His eyes were blood red. He stood in front of Evelyn and Vincent like a prosecutor about to deliver the closing argument. Like a judge about to hand down a sentence.
Vincent flinched hard. He pulled away from Evelyn fast, like he’d been burned by a hot stove. His face
went pale.
“Dom,” Vincent said, his voice shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Evelyn said she called you. You didn’t pick up. So I came to check on her. That’s all. I was just trying to help.”
Dominic stared at Vincent for a long moment. His eyes didn’t blink. Then he turned to Evelyn.
“What happened with the baby? Tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out. I want to hear it from your
mouth.”
For just a second, Evelyn’s eyes flickered with guilt. A tiny crack in her armor. Then it was gone. She put on her weak, shaky voice, the one she used whenever she needed to sound innocent.
“Baby, I told you on the phone,” she said, pointing at me with a trembling finger. “Scarlett owes money to
some dangerous guys. The collectors showed up. They surrounded me by mistake. They thought I was
her. I tried to leave, but Scarlett locked me in the room with them. I was banging on the door, trying to get away. The door hit me. I lost the baby because of her.”
She touched her stomach and cried. Real tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked so fragile. So broken.
Anyone watching would have believed her.
Evelyn was good. Really good. She made it sound like the absolute truth, like gospel. She had been doing this for years. Lying was second nature to her.
Dominic looked back at me, uncertainty flickering across his face like a light bulb about to burn out. He didn’t know who to believe anymore. That was my opening.
Everyone’s eyes were on me. The influencers. The crowd outside. The millions watching online. Even Vincent was staring at me, waiting to see what I would say.
I didn’t flinch. “When did this happen?”
Evelyn sat up straighter in bed. She wiped her tears and looked me right in the eye. “Lunchtime. You just did this today. Don’t act like you don’t remember, Scarlett. Don’t you dare.”
There it was. Her signature move. Twist everything around. Make herself the victim. Make me the villain. She had done it a hundred times before.
I laughed coldly. “I never left my apartment today. You said you miscarried at lunchtime? Then call your
private doctor in here and have him tell everyone what time it happened. Let’s see if his story matches
yours.”
I knew she’d miscarried at night. I’d been with Dominic all evening. Dozens of people saw me. The
influencers had footage. There were timestamps on everything.
Once the time came out, her lie would fall apart like a house of cards in the wind.
But Evelyn didn’t look nervous at all. That should have worried me.
She glanced at Vincent. Just a quick look. A signal.
Vincent nodded at someone in the corner of the room. A man in a white coat stepped forward. The
private doctor. He was middle aged, with wire rimmed glasses and a nervous twitch in his left eye. He
cleared his throat and looked at Dominic, then at Evelyn, then back at Dominic.
“The miscarriage happened around noon,” the doctor said. His voice was steady, practiced, like he had
rehearsed this line. But his hands were shaking. He couldn’t hide that. “I was called here shortly after. I
examined her myself. Noon. I’m certain of it.”
He was lying. I could see it in his eyes. The way he wouldn’t look directly at anyone. The way his voice went up just a little at the end of each sentence, like he was asking for approval instead of stating facts.
Vincent had paid him off. Of course he had. Vincent had money. Dominic’s money, actually. But money all the same. And money bought lies.
The room went quiet again. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen next.
