Chapter 2
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"Everyone knows I'm a nobody, powerless, at others'mercy."
"I can put up with that, but I simply can't stand someone stealing my husband!"
"This woman didn't just sleep with him—she's pregnant with his child! She's been pressuring me to leave Michael!"
She turned, giving me a pitiful look, then dropped to her knees with a loud, dramatic thud, tears streaming down her face.
"If you give my husband back, I'll give you anything."
Her performance left me speechless. Fans tossed printed chat logs at me.
"No excuses! Here's proof of your filth!"
I looked closely at the printed pages—they were my "lovey - dovey" chats with Michael.
Some were flirty, while others showed, me asking him to choose a maternity hospital.
My face darkened as I flipped through them. A thunderclap seemed to explode in my head, leaving me stunned.
It hit me—Michael had been keeping a mistress behind my back!
Since we got together, he'd been attentive, obedient, treating my words like gospel.
Yet he'd been deceiving me all along, sneaking around right under my very nose!
Fury from being deceived surged.
I shredded the chats, glaring coldly at Rachel.
"Want your husband? Take him, I don't want that bastard garbage anymore!"
"Ask him what our relationship were. See if he dares admit it."
Rachel, as if she'd been slapped, staggered back. "How can you do this and act so self - righteous!?"
"You won't give Michael back to me."
She collapsed into her fan's arms, sobbing.
Fans, enraged at her humiliation, shouted for me to be taught a lesson.
Rachel, crying, held back those itching to hit me, shaking her head.
"She's pregnant. We can't hurt Michael's child."
I watched her play the victim, thinking she must have studied how to be the evil mistress!
Too bad for her, she picked the wrong target!
I gave Mrs.Clark a signal, then calmly told Rachel, "I'm warning you—leave now, or I'm calling the police."
Rachel shrieked, "Mistresses are this bold now? Call the cops!Let's see if they side with a homewrecker or the wife!"
Her three - pronged attack was like a battle cry.The furious fans, already at their limit, held her tightly and began trashing my home.
They grabbed my million-dollar rare book, ripping it."A mistress reading?Didn't books teach you not to steal men?"
"Just look at her—she definitely needs a lesson!"
