The Sponsored Students Baby Trap But My Husband Is an Android

The livestreamer's shriek cut through the room. "We're the ones who should call the police! Ms. Matthews, your husband forced himself on a college student! You're an accomplice!" The chat exploded: *"Is this teacher crazy? The evidence is right there!"* *"Where is the administration? Why are they keeping this trash around?"* *"Georgia, don't be afraid! The internet has your back!"* At the door, several female students were already tearing up. "Georgia is so pitiful. She was handed over to an old man by the teacher she trusted most." "Exactly. She doesn't deserve to be a teacher." Georgia clutched her belly, sobbing so hard her knees buckled. Ice settled in my veins. Three years ago, I had traveled to Yufeng Village. I stumbled upon Georgia's parents trying to marry her off to a bachelor in his fifties just before her college entrance exams—all to secure a bride price for her brother. She had knelt in the mud, arms wrapped around my legs, begging through her tears: *"Teacher, I want to study. Please save me…"* My heart had cracked open. I stopped the marriage. Promised to sponsor her tuition until graduation. She worked herself to the bone and got into a top-tier university. The day she received her acceptance letter, she called me, voice breaking. *"Ms. Matthews, I will study hard and repay you one day."* I had been so proud. This summer, she wanted to earn living expenses. I thought placing her in Dominic's company was a kindness. I thought I was extending a hand. Instead, I was digging my own grave. My silence stretched. Georgia looked up, teeth pressing into her lower lip. "Ms. Matthews, I know you and Mr. Sawyer have a good relationship, but my child is innocent…" Alex cut in. "Georgia, you're too soft! Even if that scumbag divorces this old hag to marry you, we still need a million in compensation for emotional damages!" A laugh escaped me—cold, sharp, brittle as glass. "A million? Georgia, do you really think you're worth that price?" Gasps rippled through the students at the door. *"Did a teacher really just say that? I'm going to be sick."* *"So vicious! She's cursing her own karma."* *"A woman like that shouldn't have children!"* Georgia's face drained white. She swayed. The livestreamer caught her, wailing at the camera. "Everyone saw that! This woman doesn't treat Georgia like a human being!" Alex snatched a ceramic mug from my desk and raised it over my head. I didn't flinch. My gaze locked onto his. "Go ahead. Attempted assault, destruction of property, disturbing the peace. That's enough to keep you in a detention cell for a nice long vacation." His arm froze mid-swing. "And you." I turned to the livestreamer. "Filming in a faculty office without permission. Privacy infringement. Believe me, I can have security here in two minutes to escort you out." The color drained from her face. Sensing the momentum shift, Georgia wept harder. "Ms. Matthews, how can you be so cruel? I only came to you because I had no way out. If Mr. Sawyer would just take responsibility, I wouldn't be here…" "Take responsibility?" I rose, smoothing my skirt. "For what? For something he never did?" I rounded the desk, closing the distance until barely a foot separated us. "Georgia. Look me in the eye and tell me the truth." My voice was quiet now. Dangerous. "Is the child in your belly really Dominic Sawyer's?" Her gaze flickered—just for a heartbeat—before hardening. "Of course it is!" "Is that so?" A smile curved my lips. Slow. Razor-edged. "Then tell me: that night, what color underwear was Dominic wearing?" The office fell into dead silence. Even the scrolling comments seemed to freeze. Georgia stood there, mouth hanging open, unable to make a sound.

"What's wrong? You don't remember?" I stepped closer. "Or did you never see it at all?" "I… I was drunk at the time…" she stammered. "Drunk, yet you remember he forced you?" My head tilted. "Drunk, yet you're absolutely certain the child is his?" Alex exploded. "Anna Matthews! Stop trying to change the subject! The evidence is right there, and you're still trying to twist words?" "A few blurry photos constitute a conviction?" I let out a dry laugh. "By that logic, if I snap a picture of you standing next to a woman on the street, I can claim you raped her?" "You—!" "Furthermore." My voice cut through his sputtering. "How did you obtain hotel surveillance footage? High-end hotels don't exactly hand out security tapes to random strangers." His mouth opened. Closed. Nothing came out. Georgia rushed to fill the silence. "My roommate… she helped me find connections…" "Oh?" I swung my gaze to the girl still clutching the phone. "Does your family own the hotel chain? Or are you personal friends with the CEO?" The roommate stared at the floor, shuffling her feet. "My… my cousin works there…" "What a coincidence." The words dripped with acid. "Your cousin just happens to work at the exact hotel where Dominic allegedly attacked Georgia. Just happens to have access to the security room. And just happens to be willing to commit a felony by leaking private footage to you?" The tide in the livestream comments began to turn. *"She has a point…"* *"Yeah, you can't just get hotel security tapes. That's highly illegal."* *"And if it was rape, why didn't she call the police immediately?"* Georgia's hand flew to her stomach. She doubled over, crumpling to the floor. "Oww… my stomach hurts…" "Georgia!" Her roommate screamed at the camera. "This is too much! This old witch is doing it on purpose! She's jealous that you're carrying her husband's baby!" Alex's finger jabbed toward my face, trembling with rage. "Anna Matthews! If anything happens to my sister or that baby, you're dead!" I watched their performance with cold detachment. "Do you need me to call an ambulance?" Georgia curled tighter, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Ms. Matthews, why do you have to force me like this? I just want justice…" "Justice?" The word cracked something open inside me. "Georgia, when you knelt in the mud and begged me for money, you used that exact word. You said you wanted an education. A fair shot at life." I looked down at her—this girl I had believed in, fought for, sacrificed for. "I gave you books. I gave you a chance to change your fate." My voice didn't waver. "And this is how you repay me?" Her eyes darted away. "You stop guilt-tripping her!" Alex roared. "So what if you sponsored her? Does giving money mean your husband gets to use her as a toy?" I straightened, my patience finally, completely spent. "Enough. I'll say this one last time." I held up a finger. "First, Dominic Sawyer would never force himself on anyone." A second finger. "Second, the child in your belly cannot possibly be his." My gaze swept the room, landing on the blinking red light of the camera. "Third, if you continue this charade, I'm calling the police. Defamation and extortion are serious crimes." Silence. The chat stream blurred past: *"This teacher is tough as nails. Her logic is flawless."* *"She sounds way too confident. Is there something we don't know?"* *"Could this be a scam?"* The crowd at the door parted. Department Director Lambert squeezed through, breathless and red-faced. "What is going on here?!" Alex lunged toward him like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. "Director Lambert! You're just in time! Anna Matthews' husband raped my sister! She's four months pregnant! Now they won't admit it, and she's slandering my sister, saying we're trying to scam them!" "Director Lambert." My voice remained level. "They're lying. My husband could not have gotten Georgia pregnant." Alex's face purpled. "You're finished, yet you're still digging in your heels! A teacher like you is a stain on this school's reputation!" He whirled on Lambert. "I demand you expel Anna Matthews immediately!"

Jacob Lambert shifted in his seat, gaze skittering anywhere but my face. "Ms. Matthews, why don't you go home and rest for a few days? Let things cool down." I stared at him. "So you're buying into this garbage too?" He leaned closer, voice dropping to a hiss. His eyes kept flicking to the livestream camera like it might bite him. "It's escalated too far—this is a PR nightmare! You have to consider the school's reputation!" *The school's reputation.* So I should just roll over and accept baseless accusations to protect the institution's image. "Jacob." Ice crept into my voice. "If you punish me today because you're bowing to pressure, tomorrow I will sue this institution for defamation. Think very carefully before you speak." His complexion shifted from pale to a sickly shade of gray. Georgia Donaldson scrambled up from the floor, wiping theatrical tears from her cheeks. She dug a crumpled piece of paper from her bag with trembling hands. "Ms. Matthews, I knew you wouldn't admit it easily." Her voice pitched higher, playing to the camera. "That's why I went for an amniocentesis paternity test last week!" She thrust the paper toward the lens. "The results show a 99.99% DNA match between the baby in my belly and Mr. Sawyer!" Silence crashed over the office like a wave. The livestream comments froze for a heartbeat—then detonated. *She got what she deserved! Let's see how this witch argues her way out of this one!* *It's right there in black and white. You can't fake science!* *She really won't cry until she sees the coffin. A teacher? Shameless!* Jacob's expression crumbled, panic bleeding through the professional mask. Alex Donaldson's smirk stretched wider, practically vibrating with triumph. "Ironclad evidence! You're done, Matthews! What else do you have to say? Hurry up and pay for the emotional damage! Five million—and I won't take a cent less!" Georgia tugged at her brother's sleeve, voice quavering. "Bro, stop. Ms. Matthews has been kind to me..." He shoved her hand away. "Kind? She used her power to force you into silence! Today, your brother is getting justice for you!" The students crowding the doorway began to chant. "Fire Ms. Matthews immediately! Police investigation now! Lock up the adulterous couple!" The roar swelled, deafening. Something cold and wet struck my shoulder—leftover milk tea, splashing sticky sweetness into my hair and down my blouse. I ignored it. My eyes stayed fixed on the test report. A laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep in my chest. "This report is a forgery." My voice cut through the noise like a blade. "Furthermore, a paternity test requires DNA samples from both parties. Where exactly did you acquire Dominic Sawyer's DNA?" The color drained from Georgia's face. "I... I got it from a cup he used..." "Dominic has a dedicated water tumbler at his company." I kept my tone smooth, almost conversational. "It's washed and sterilized immediately after every use. You claim you retrieved DNA—what day was it? Which cup?" Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Nothing came out. Alex shouldered forward. "Who cares how she got it! The report is real! If you don't believe it, we'll do another test right now!" "Agreed." The word landed like a verdict. "We'll do it right now. I'll have Dominic come here and provide a sample on the spot." Panic flickered through Georgia's eyes. "Isn't... isn't Mr. Sawyer unreachable?" I smiled. "Who told you that?" "I've been calling and texting him for days, but he never replies..." Her voice shrank to a whisper. "I went to his company, and his secretary said he was on a business trip..." "He was on a business trip." I checked my watch. "But he should be back by now." Alex's expression shifted, something predatory gleaming in his eyes. "Perfect! Let him confront my sister face-to-face! I want to see what that rapist has to say for himself!" The livestream chat surged back to life. *Waiting for the scumbag to show his face!* *He won't come. He's definitely halfway to the border by now.* *Is Anna Matthews just stalling for time?* Jacob rushed to salvage the situation, hands raised in a placating gesture. "Ms. Matthews, if your husband can come, that would be best! Clearing this up face-to-face is good for everyone!" I pulled out my phone and dialed. "Anna?" Dominic's voice flowed through the receiver, deep and steady. "I just finished a full-body maintenance cycle and was about to contact you. Is something wrong?" --- "Come to my office at the school." I kept my voice clipped, efficient. "Bring your full set of identification documents. And the product manual." "Manual?" A beat of silence. "Has a malfunction occurred?" My gaze slid to Georgia. "Someone claims to be pregnant with your child. Aren't you coming to take a look?"