Chapter 1

664words2026-03-04 09:30

Just because I told my husband I was pregnant, his Screen Lover called me a mistress.
She burst into my home with other celebrities and their stupid brainless fans.
"A fu*king Mistress with a child doesn't deserve to live in this fancy villa!"

"She's probably kept by countless old dudes."
"Who knows whose baby that is? And how she dares to ruin the perfect Screen Lovers!"
They vandalized and destroying the villa while live-streaming the chaos.
Seeing my antiques and paintings in ruins, I coldly called my assistant.
"Release all the negative informations we have on Michael. Also, report his tax evasion to the IRS!"
"Also, they need to pay full compensation for my losses, or they're going to jail!"

A girl in the crowd not feared by my words, pointing her finger in my face.
"Wtf, bit*h, you know what you talking about??"
"you are a mistress who doesn't know her place!!!"
…

Back to where all this crap begin.
I'd just scheduled a prenatal checkup in a hospital when a loud commotion coming from the neighborhood.
Standing on my balcony, I saw a crowd gathered at the entrance of the neighbourhood, waving flags and shouting slogans.
Puzzled, my friend sent a livestream link, saying, "Emma, this looks like your neighborhood."
I opened it and sure enough, it was them.
The banners read"Protect Love's Purity"and"Punish the Mistress."
The outraged crowd shouted into the camera, "Our idol is just a D-list star, relying solely on us fans for support!"
"Today, we're here to teach this shameless woman a lesson!"
Nowadays, fans can be quite extreme, willing to do anything for their idols.
I had never paid much attention to the drama in the entertainment industry and was about to close the livestream when a familiar face appeared.
My husband's on-screen partner, Rachel Harper.
My husband was a D-list actor, barely noticed, until I poured money into his career.
He finally started to gain popularity, largely due to his popular on-screen chemistry with Rachel.
Although their on-screen couple was very popular, he swore that it was just for the sake of his acting career and promised that he had no real relationships with anyone in the industry.
He'd invite me to sets to watch, stressing those sweet moments were staged.
So, despite their passionate online fans who shipped them, I never felt worried.
Rachel, wearing sunglasses, stayed silent, but the livestream's comments exploded.
"I admire this star for standing up for herself.A true role model for women."
"Make the mistress pay, or society's doomed."
Turning a simple matter into a moral crusade—I shook my head.
After closing the livestream, my friend sent a long voice message."I recall your husband worked with her.Any gossip?Ask him and spill!"
"You're so inquisitive, you should be a tabloid reporter.You'd make bank."
As I said this, the doorbell rang.
I stopped the housekeeper, Mrs.Clark, who was about to cut fruit, and answered the door myself.
The door opened, and aomeone shoved me to stumble.
Before I could regain my balance, a mob poured in.
Cameras swarmed around me, almost pressing against my face.
"This is the slut who betrayed our Rachel!"
"Look at her—she's clearly a man-stealing tramp.This house?Probably a gift from some old creep!"
I was stunned by the insults. Were these the livestream people?Why were they in my home?
I stepped forward to question them, but a fan grabbed my hair, forced my face into a camera lens, and then slapped me hard.
"Today, we're here to deliver justice and teach this wretch a lesson for wrecking the beautiful love between our idol and his co-star."
The crowd, inside and out, jeered at me.
The noise drew neighbors, who pointed and whispered from afar.
Fans pulled rotten eggs from their bags, hurling them at me to show their hatred.
Swallowing my fury, I turned to Rachel, who had been silent, and said, "You've got it wrong.I don't know your husband.Leave my house now, or I'm calling the police."