By now, these people had become exceptionally audacious, rummaging through my house.
My home was in shambles.
Delia's phone was practically in my face.
"Guys, remember this woman, this is the fate of the mistress!"
Her voice was unnaturally loud, and the barrage was filled with vulgar language.
I closed my eyes tightly, no longer willing to argue with these people.
From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time I had encountered such a thing.
What made it most difficult for me to accept was Marc's betrayal.
"You slut, still pretending to be innocent?"
Seeing me with my eyes shut tight, Delia suddenly got angry and slapped me hard across the face, swelling it up.
"You say you're Marc's wife. Do you have a marriage certificate?" I asked defiantly.
A hint of panic flashed in Delia's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and said, "Of course, we do."
"You slut, you still wouldn't repent!"
Delia's mother rushed forward, attempting to tear at my clothes.
Just then, the front door of my house was suddenly pushed open, and a group of people hurried in.
"Ms. Park, the security of our community spotted a group entering your house and came immediately!"