I shouted to my colleagues, “I don’t know this man! He’s not my boyfriend! Call the police!”
One coworker hesitated.
“Maybe we should call the police first? What if he really hurts Isabella?”
Veronica quickly snapped, asking back, “Why are you getting involved in a couple’s fight? If you call the police, she’ll probably accuse you of hurting her precious man.”
“Haven’t you seen those fake victims online?”
The kind colleague glanced at me again, but slowly put his phone back into his pocket.
Veronica winked at the man, who grabbed me more eagerly and tried to pull me away.
“You don’t even recognize me, do you? Fine, go pack your things and get out!” she shouted.
With my last bit of hope, I stared at Veronica’s phone, where she was live-streaming. “I really don’t know this man. Please, kind viewers, help me, call the police!”
Veronica hurriedly shouted back, “Don’t trust her. I’ve seen this man pick her up and drop her off after work.”
“Isabella, you have no shame. You don’t even know your own boyfriend, yet you’ll happily become a rich man’s mistress, right?”
I kicked and fought, but the man struck me hard and sent me sprawling to the floor. He roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the office. Panic and despair filled me while my whole body trembled with fear.
Mrs. Boyle took that moment to kick me in the face.
“Bitch, if you dare seduce my husband again, I’ll have someone kill you!”
I shut my eyes, feeling hopeless. Just before her foot hit, two sharp slaps sounded in the room. Mrs. Boyle let out a pained cry.
A fierce voice roared through the office, “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know who you are messing with? You’ve gone too far this time!”
