She went pale, clinging to the corner of my dress and whispering, "Wendy, did we come to the wrong restaurant? This can't be my son's place, right?"
Mrs. Shaw preferred to believe we'd come to the wrong place rather than suspect Ethan of infidelity, and certainly didn't think he would let a mistress overcharge customers.
That's right.
To us, Ethan Shaw was a decent man — honest, filial, and devoted to his wife.
A month earlier, despite being a prominent figure in the financial world, he had suddenly announced plans to open a high-end restaurant.
I asked him why. He said food safety issues were extremely serious these days, and he wanted to create a conscientious restaurant where everyone could eat with peace of mind.
He wanted to free ordinary people from having to eat two-year-old broccoli or frozen meat.
I was pleased by his righteousness and conscience.
I never expected he would invest so much money not to build a conscientious restaurant but to run a shady business and support a mistress! I pulled Mrs. Shaw behind me and said coldly to the woman before us:
"Alright, I'll see what your husband can do for us when he arrives."
At my words, the woman's face darkened. She glared and ground her teeth, saying:
"You bitch, how badly do you want to see my husband?"
The room fell into a hush; nearby tables whispered and stared, forks paused midair, phones were raised by curious diners, and the whole restaurant seemed to be waiting for Ethan's arrival.
She pointed at me and shouted, as if she had uncovered some great truth:
"I was wondering why some people still make such a fuss about pre-prepared meals these days. So you took advantage of my high-end restaurant and deliberately came here to provoke me, trying to seduce my husband!"
"Let me tell you, my husband is a loyal, good man. He wouldn't even look at a tramp like you who's been used by thousands of men!" Her voice was so loud it drew quite a crowd. In front of everyone, she pulled out her phone, recording as she berated me:
"Come on, everyone, look at this shameless bitch!"
"She dragged an old woman into my restaurant to eat, then complained that the food was pre-made and overpriced. She simply didn’t want to pay and planned to pay with her body!"
"Seeing me, the boss lady, around, she was too embarrassed to act and even said she had to wait for my husband to deal with this!"