Chapter 7
She dropped to her knees with a thud, her eyes turning red, crying pitifully, “Why are you still trying to destroy me? I’ve stayed
far away from you,” she said. Her voice trembled.
“When you first told me to stay away, I immediately paid the deposit to move. When you said you were jealous of David’s
treatment of me, I immediately distanced myself from him and even generously let him go. Why are you still spreading rumors about me? Are you trying to drive me to death?” she continued.
Ashley’s outburst drew a crowd in the hallway.
Onlookers, confused by the situation, immediately began pointing and whispering.
“How pitiful. She’s kneeling to you. What more do you want?” one said.
“I recognize this. It looks like severe depression. She’s probably telling the truth,” another commented.
“This woman is so cruel. No wonder she’s in the hospital. Even God can’t stand her,” a third added.
Ashley lowered her head, a slight smirk at the corner of her mouth.
When she looked up again, she wore a pitiful, aggrieved expression.
I stood and walked to Ashley, suddenly slapping her hard enough to knock her to the ground.
“Isn’t it normal for a mistress to hide from the wife? What, do you think you can strut around in front of us?” I said.
Pausing, I looked at the gawking crowd and clapped my hands, “Everyone, come listen. Let me introduce her,” I announced.
“This is a mistress, female, named Ashley Anderson, twenty–seven years old, a serial home–wrecker,” I continued.
“Ashley went abroad eight years ago as a mistress, was warned by the wife, and came back in disgrace. After returning, she
seduced a senior executive and got dumped. Now she’s latched onto my husband,” I declared.
“Don’t just watch. Take out your phones, take photos, and warn your family and friends to keep their husbands away from her,” I
concluded.
The crowd quickly pulled out their phones to take pictures.
Ashley covered her face and slunk away.
I then had the hospital help me collect surveillance footage of Ashley’s hospital visit and sent it to my lawyer.
“Will this work?” I asked.
The lawyer replied instantly, “Yes. Collect more evidence. When we go to court, we’ll have an advantage in proving she incited
Ryan to harm you.”
“Understood,” I responded.
