Live On Air: I’m Pregnant

The moment the cameras started rolling for the live broadcast interview, I found myself sitting on stage next to the entertainment industry's most notorious two-faced starlet.

She did not waste a single second. The moment the host gave her the floor, she came at me with guns blazing, declaring to millions of viewers that she was going to expose my lies. She claimed, with absolute certainty, that she was the secret wife of the Oscar-winning A-lister, Cole.

The studio audience gasped, and the live stream chat exploded into absolute chaos. A tidal wave of vicious comments flooded the screen behind us.

"I knew Bianca was a fraud! She wears matching designer outfits with Cole just to leech off his fame!"

"That is what D-list actresses do. If they do not cling to a real star, they fade into nowhere!"

"Now the real wife is here to set the record straight. Rip her fake mask off, Kelly!"

I sat quietly, watching the malicious comments scrolling across the massive LED screen. I mentally chewed over the situation.

Cole? The name sounded incredibly familiar.

Right. I remembered now. He was my legally adopted stepson.

"Kelly? We are on a live broadcast. You..." The host looked at Kelly with visible panic, entirely unprepared for this off-script ambush.

Realizing the main camera was zooming in on her, Kelly's expression instantly shifted into a picture of pure, heartbreaking victimhood. Her voice trembled perfectly as she cried out. "I know we are live! I just want Bianca to explain herself to the entire country. I want her to explain her disgusting relationship with my husband!"

I had been dragged onto this talk show at the very last minute. Facing this sudden, unhinged accusation, my mind briefly went blank.

I honestly thought Kelly had just misunderstood something. I figured a simple explanation would clear the air.

Before I could even open my mouth, she lunged across the velvet sofa, raised her hand, and slapped me hard across the face. "Bianca! You have been in this industry for years! Have you no shame? How could you try to seduce someone else's fianc?!"

The stinging impact left my ears ringing. Just as she raised her hand to strike me a second time, my reflexes kicked in. I shoved her back hard. "Are you out of your mind?!"

The host scrambled forward, grabbing Kelly by the arm. "Please! We are live! This is a live feed!"

Kelly did not care. She pointed a manicured finger at me, tears streaming down her flawless makeup. "I hired private investigators! I have photos of you sneaking out of my husband's private estate!"

"You need to explain yourself right now! What exactly is your relationship with him?!"

Seeing her push so aggressively, a heavy knot of irritation formed in my chest. I decided to just tell the absolute truth. "Cole and I have lived together in the same house for years. That is our relationship!"

The live studio audience erupted into deafening shrieks.

The live chat scrolling on the screen went completely feral.

[What the hell?! Didn't Kelly just say she was the real wife?! How does Bianca have the audacity to claim she lives with a Hollywood A-lister?!]

[For years?! Oh my god. Bianca has been playing the innocent girl next door this whole time, but she is actually a shameless homewrecker!]

[This show is going down in history! Catching a mistress live on air. This is insane!]

Kelly clearly did not expect me to be so brutally honest. Her curated tears fell even faster. "I have endured this in silence for so long. Time and time again, you post photos on your Instagram wearing his exact clothes. You even use his private bedroom as your background! Do you have no dignity?!"

I glanced down at the printed screenshots she threw onto the coffee table. The so-called matching designer pieces were actually birthday gifts Cole had bought for me.

Even though I was only five years older than him, he never once treated me like a gold digger trying to steal his father's empire.

Years ago, he was mobbed by aggressive paparazzi and nearly shoved into oncoming traffic. I threw myself in front of a speeding car to shield him. Because of that day, he had treated me with nothing but the utmost respect ever since.

He was actually the one who begged me to come on this show today. He had told me his fiance was going to announce their relationship on air. He was terrified his intense fanbase would tear her apart, so he asked me to be there to guide the conversation and protect her.

I did not think much of it and agreed to help.

I never expected Kelly's grand plan was to publicly execute me. "I came here today to expose Bianca to the world! She is not the woman in Cole's life! I am!"

"You are just an aging actress trying to climb into a penthouse where you do not belong!"

If she genuinely misunderstood my presence in Cole's life, she could have simply asked him. She could have spoken to me in private.

Instead, she chose to physically assault me on national television.

A cold anger settled over me. I looked at her with dead, chilling eyes. "You are deeply mistaken. There is nothing inappropriate between Cole and me."

"Furthermore... does Cole even know you are pulling this stunt today?"

The air in the studio went dead silent for a full minute.

The host immediately muted his microphone and looked frantically at the executive producer standing behind the cameras.

Everyone in Hollywood knew Cole was not just a massive box-office draw. The family behind him was the most powerful financial titan in the entertainment industry. Nobody dared to cross them.

But seeing the live viewership numbers breaking network records, the director gritted his teeth and aggressively waved his hand, signaling the host to keep the cameras rolling.

Kelly froze for a fraction of a second before launching herself at me like a rabid animal. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, screaming shrilly. "So what if he knows?! Do you really think my husband would turn his back on me for a cheap tramp like you?!"

She pulled out her phone, aggressively pulling up a leaked video of Cole and me touring a massive luxury estate. She wept hysterically. "In this video, you literally admit that you are the lady of the house! Have you no shame?!"

Buying a mansion?

Right. That was the custom estate I was planning to give Kelly as a welcoming gift for joining our family.

Before I could speak, she twisted her grip and violently threw me off the stage sofa. My body slammed hard onto the polished acrylic floor. The impact knocked the wind out of my lungs.

My heart dropped into my stomach. I curled inward, my hands desperately clutching my lower abdomen where a sharp, terrifying pain began to bloom. I turned to the host, my voice tearing through the studio. "I need to stop the broadcast! I am pregnant!"

The word paralyzed the entire room.

Kelly stared at me in absolute disbelief. "You actually got pregnant with his baby?!"

"It was not enough to play the fake wife. Now you are trying to use a bastard child to force your way into his family?! You are utterly repulsive!"

The moment the words left her mouth, a furious audience member hurled a heavy plastic water bottle straight at the stage.

It smashed directly into my forehead. A wave of intense dizziness washed over me as the crowd began to roar. "Cancel her!"

"Exactly! Why is a filthy homewrecker even allowed on television?! Get her out of here!"

I curled into a tight ball on the floor, terrified to move a single muscle.

This baby was a miracle. My husband, Victor, and I had gone through agonizing rounds of IVF to finally conceive. I could not let anything happen to this child.

Cold sweat drenched my face. I gritted my teeth and tried to yell over the noise. "The baby is not Cole's! Call an ambulance right now!"

Kelly looked down at me with pure disgust. She let out a cruel laugh. "They say you are a veteran actress. I have to admit, this is quite a performance!"

"Five minutes ago, you bragged about living with him. Now you claim the baby is not his? What, do you have a whole rotation of men you sleep with?!"

The live viewership was skyrocketing. The show had just hit the number one trending spot worldwide.

That was fine. Victor's investment firm owned a massive stake in this production company. He would see this. He would be here to save me.

I forced myself to look up, glaring at Kelly through the pain. "As far as I know, you and Cole do not even have a marriage license yet. What gives you the right to stand there and lecture me?"

My question finally caused a ripple in the live chat.

[Wait, she has a point. Even if it is a secret marriage, Kelly is causing a massive scene. Shouldn't Cole's PR team be issuing a statement by now?]

[The show has been live for an hour. Total silence from Cole's camp. This is getting weird.]

Seeing the comments questioning her authority, Kelly's face turned beet red. She lifted her chin defensively. "My husband hasn't responded because he is busy on set!"

Ignoring her frantic manager signaling her to stop, she shoved her phone right into the main camera lens, swiping through intimate, highly inappropriate photos of her and Cole. She screamed at the lens. "You want proof?! I have plenty! Open your blind eyes and look!"

The photos were incredibly explicit. She was completely destroying Cole's carefully crafted public image.

She crouched down next to me, violently grabbing my jaw. She shoved her left hand in my face, flashing a massive diamond ring. "Do you see this? This is the custom engagement ring my husband gave me! It is one of a kind!"

Seeing Kelly dominate the narrative, the host fully took her side. He looked at me like I was a piece of trash.

He pretended to step in to mediate, but his words were pure poison. "Bianca, when you first debuted, there were rumors that you were funded by a married billionaire. Would you like to clear the air about that today?"

The studio audience went absolutely feral. They started throwing whatever they could find onto the stage. "The host just called her out! It has to be true!"

"Get Bianca out of Hollywood! She is disgusting! Blacklist her forever!"

I lay helplessly on the cold floor, looking up at Kelly's victorious, twisted smile.

Suddenly, a terrifying warmth spread across my thighs. Total panic seized my chest. I screamed with everything I had left. "I am telling you for the last time! Call an ambulance!"

The host ignored my plea. He offered a condescending smirk. "We are on a live broadcast. If you just run away, who is going to take responsibility for the dead air?"

"Do you have any idea how much the breach of contract penalty is for this network?"

With the host backing her up, Kelly's arrogance reached its peak. "There are plenty of women in Hollywood trying to make a quick buck. But women like you, who specialize in destroying other women's lives, are the lowest of the low."

"I have waited a long time for this day. I want the whole world to see exactly what kind of monster you are!"

My chest felt incredibly tight. I could barely breathe. I glared past the lights, locking eyes with the director in the shadows. I forced the words through my teeth. "If I lose the baby in my stomach, I promise you, this entire network will burn to the ground."

The director's face drained of color. He did not dare take that gamble.

He hesitated, then spoke into his headset, his voice echoing through the studio monitors. "Let us do this. It takes time for paramedics to arrive. Why don't we get Cole on a live phone call right now? Let the audience hear the truth from him directly."

Kelly's eyes lit up with malicious glee. "Perfect! My husband hates seeing me upset!"

"I want Bianca to hear exactly what it sounds like when a man throws her away!"