Chapter 4

The crowd erupted into whispers again.

I was honestly amazed by Chelsea’s wild imagination.

Black coffee became miscarriage blood.

A stomach spasm became a forced abortion.

I was so angry I almost laughed.

"Do you even hear yourself right now?"

I violently threw her hands off me. Chelsea stumbled and almost fell over.

She stomped her feet, her eyes darting around as another scheme popped into her head.

She whipped out her phone and started recording a live stream.

She shoved the camera right into my face.

"Hey everyone, look at this!"

"Today I'm exposing a total freak!"

"A guy dressing as a woman, faking a pregnancy to blackmail us!"

"He even assaulted me, accused me of wearing fake shoes, and now he claims he's a man!"

"Look at this face, look at these clothes!"

"We need to make this trash famous!"

While streaming, she kept turning to incite the crowd.

"Don't leave, guys! Help me witness this!"

"I’ve already called the cops. Let's see how she lies when they get here!"

I stood there, silently watching her performance.

My stomach burned again, but I forced myself to stand tall and straight.

Since she wanted to make a scene...

Let's make it huge.

The bigger, the better.

It would be best if the whole country saw this.

I remained silent, just staring at her calmly.

This made her even more arrogant. She shoved the camera almost touching my nose.

"Why are you quiet now?"

"Weren't you acting tough a second ago?"

"Didn't you say you're a man?"

"Go ahead then, drop your pants and prove it!"

"If you dare to pull your pants down in front of everyone, I’ll believe you!"

"If you don't, you're a lying bitch!"

This was a vicious trap.

Stripping in public.

Whether I was a man or a woman, my social life would be completely ruined.

She was trying to push me off a cliff.

The crowd began to chant.

"Do it!"

"Prove it!"

"If you don't, you're a girl!"

Chelsea had a victorious smile on her face.

She was 100% sure I wouldn't do it.

Or rather, she was absolutely convinced I was a woman, and stripping would only humiliate me further.

"What's wrong? Scared?"

"I knew you were faking it!"

"If you're actually a man, I’ll write my name backward!"

"If you're a man, I will eat that vomit off the ground right now!"

She pointed at the puddle on the concrete, making her grand vow.

I smiled. I was genuinely amused by her sheer stupidity.

"Fine," I said, locking my eyes onto hers.

"You said it."

"If I'm a man, you eat that off the ground."

"And then you will kneel down, beg for my forgiveness, and pack your bags. You will get the hell out of this building and never work in HR again!"

My voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deadly chill.

Chelsea was visibly startled by the intensity in my eyes.

But she had already painted herself into a corner. She had to double down.

"Deal!"

"But if you're a woman, or a trans person, or a drag queen!"

"You will pay me a hundred thousand dollars for emotional distress!"

"And you will make a public video admitting you're a scammer!"

"And you'll go to jail!"

Around us, dozens of people kept recording, securing the evidence.

"This is crazy!"

"Is this real life?"

"Take it off! Take it off!"

Under the gaze of the crowd, I put my hands on my belt.