“No wonder you had that aura about you. Turns out that’s just the natural poise of a billionaire’s wife.”
“We came here today to support you. We’re all respectable mothers—we can’t let a home-wrecking mistress bully you.”
“Exactly. What kind of child could a mistress raise? Ethan truly deserves praise. Even at his young age, he knows how to rid society of filth!”
The homeroom teacher bowed low, fawning over Chloe:
“Chloe, just tell me what Ethan likes to eat. From now on, the kindergarten meals will be tailored to his tastes.”
Chloe soaked in the flattery from teachers and parents like a peacock strutting in full glory.
Adrian had never been capable enough. Without marrying me and gaining the protection that came with it, his rivals would have devoured him long ago. He never would have climbed to the status of billionaire.
Yet now, this very fact had become the source of Chloe’s pride and arrogance.
When the parents noticed me arriving, the same people who had been eager to flatter her instantly frowned, their faces twisting in disdain—as though I were filth contaminating the air.
The homeroom teacher walked straight up to me, face cold and severe:
“Emma’s mother, the principal asked me to inform you—effective immediately, Emma is expelled.”
I fixed my eyes on the teacher, my voice like ice:
“My daughter was beaten in your kindergarten, and instead of seeking justice for the victim, you expel her? Just to curry favor with the powerful?”
The homeroom teacher sneered with indifference:
“This is an elite private kindergarten. Every child here comes from wealth and privilege. A mistress’s illegitimate daughter staying here would only corrupt our school’s reputation.”
My expression darkened, and I said coldly:
“You’d better investigate clearly who the real mistress is—and who the illegitimate child truly is.”
The words had barely left my mouth when Chloe Davis suddenly strode up to me. With a sharp crack, she slapped me hard across the face.
“You filthy mistress, how dare you act arrogant in front of me, the legal wife?” she spat.
“Did you really think giving birth to some bastard child would be enough to steal my place as the billionaire’s wife?”
Other parents quickly joined in, pointing fingers and jeering at me:
“Look at you—acting all prim and proper, but what do you end up doing? Spreading your legs for another woman’s husband to bear his child?”