She shrieked, her voice frantic as she struggled to break free.
"You’re insane! Let me go! You’re making a scene for nothing!" she yelled, trying to twist out of my grip. "Are you mentally unstable or something?"
Her denials only served to fuel the anger I’d been holding back.
Refusing to let go of her hair, I raised my phone with my free hand and began to read her messages aloud, each word more damning than the last.
“Daddy, I need your help to become the lead sales associate this month.” I sneered, my voice dripping with mockery.
“If you let me rely on you, I’ll let you rely on me too.”
And my personal favorite, “Daddy, love me again, okay?”
Her face flushed as I continued, “Every time I think of you, I have to change my undies …”
The crowd erupted in a collective gasp, expressions of shock and disgust flashing across their faces.
"She’s the mistress? How shameless!" someone muttered.
"These types are the worst," a woman spat in disgust. "Always out to wreck someone else’s family."
"Isn’t she a salesgirl at Lois Vitone?" another observed. "Typical gold digger, always preying on rich men."
Voices of anger and judgment rose from every corner, fueling my determination.