"Come and see! It's this woman seducing my husband. She is a slut!"
The pregnant woman spoke loudly into her phone, even instructing those middle-aged women to push me to the ground.
These women were strong. I struggled but couldn't break free.
"It's this woman sending messages to seduce my husband last night!"
She pointed at me and suddenly tried to tear my clothes.
I was wearing a silk nightgown, and when she tore it open, I was scared and shrank to the ground.
At the same time, I looked up and saw the screen of her phone.
It was a live broadcast.
[She has a great figure!]
[So beautiful, no wonder she can be a mistress!]
[It's good to be a mistress, living in such a luxurious mansion!]
Seeing the barrage of comments, I freaked out.
"Are you mistaken? I have a husband. I'm not the mistress you're looking for!" I protested.
This group of strangers broke into my house, claiming to catch a mistress. My first reaction was that they had made a mistake.
But the pregnant woman slapped me.
"You bitch, you sent messages to my husband last night, saying you missed him. Now you're denying it? Let me tell you, my husband is Marc, and I am his wife, Delia Fields."
This slap left me stunned.