Rose's Revenge: After Being Mistaken for Being a Mistress

The wife of the head of my subsidiary thought I was her husband's mistress.

So, she gathered her best friends of rich ladies and stormed into my villa, smashing everything.

"If it weren't for my husband, could you afford to live in this house?"

"If it weren't for my husband, could you afford to wear this watch?"

"If it weren't for my husband, could you stand here and talk to me?"

I laughed out loud because of anger.

I took out my phone and sent a message to her husband, including my home address.

"Now, bring your bank card and come over. Your wife has smashed antiques worth billions of dollars. I have already reported it to the police."

***

I just moved back to my old house, and when I returned after work, I saw two bodyguards holding a long banner at the entrance of the apartment complex.

On it, there were big letters.

"Congratulations to my husband's mistress for moving to a new home!"

As I walked inside, I smacked my tongue.

I thought the scene at the door was shocking enough, but when I entered the complex, I found that there were even more impressive scenes.

The people and cars in the complex are separated, and all the residents" cars are in the underground garage.

But today, after I walked for only five hundred meters, I saw luxury cars worth millions of dollars.

Many of them belonged to the company's partners.

The residents complained to the property management company. When I opened my phone to take pictures, I found that there were a lot of messages in the group chat.

The property management company tried to explain, but the problem was not solved. At this moment, explanations are useless.

Before the parking problem could be solved, a large group of reporters rushed to the entrance.

The security guards on duty were overwhelmed.

I quickly dodged behind the greenery as I saw a group of people carrying cameras about to collide with me.

The noisy discussions were deafening.

"Are you here to catch the adulterer too?"

"Are you here for the same reason? Are we talking about the same person?"

"The building in District D? What a coincidence, we are going there, too!"

A group of people walked towards the residential area, and only then did I nervously return to the sidewalk, patting my chest.

How could they be after a guy in my residential area?

With so many people, it must be very noisy.

How am I supposed to work tonight?

I walked to the villa area and saw a group of wealthy ladies surrounded by reporters who held their microphones high.

As I got closer, the crying inside became clearer.

"If I don't expose the evil deeds of the vixen, I won't be able to live! My husband doesn't come home every day, and he keeps buying gifts for this bitch. He even used the money I saved for our child's education!"

"I can tolerate being bullied, but now, even my son has to make way for her. If I don't ruin her reputation today, I'll eat my hat!"

With these words, the crowd became excited.

The betrayed wife stood on a stone pedestal and called for women to unite.

When I saw her face, I realized that she was actually an acquaintance.

It was Makena Doyle, the wife of Zayden Benitez, the head of my subsidiary.

During many meetings, she would call to check on Zayden. I was forced to see her photo on Zayden's phone wallpaper.

Her words silenced several female residents who came to argue about the parking issues.

The group of people was filled with indignation, wishing they could get rid of that vixen as soon as possible.

After watching the show, I turned back to my home.

After washing up, I applied a face mask and opened my computer to work, but the noise outside was getting louder and louder.

There was faint shouting from security guards, who were trying to maintain order, but it was in vain.

Just as I put on my headphones, there was a loud knock on the door.

It took me only ten seconds to walk from the sofa, but the person outside was impatiently shouting, "Open the door! Takeout!"

I was puzzled. Didn't the complex have a cabinet to store the takeout?

As soon as the door was opened a crack, and before I could ask, I was sent flying by the force of the door opening.

My head grazed the edge of the sofa.

Behind Makena, dozens of reporters rushed into my living room, carrying cameras on their shoulders.

The strong light made it almost impossible for me to open my eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Before I could finish my sentence, a shoe sole hit my face.

The thin heel of the high-heels rubbed against my cheek, leaving a trail of blood and tiny droplets.

Makena's sharp voice rang out. "I saw you seducing my husband! You fox spirit, watch me kill you today!"

I was stunned by the sudden turn of events for a few seconds before I came back to my senses.

A journalist next to me weakly asked, "Why didn't we see any man? Did we make a mistake?"

I was about to agree with her, but Makena excitedly argued.

"I checked my husband's delivery records, and it's this house! Antique vases are everywhere here. No young woman will have so many of them at home! They were all bought by my husband!"

"It must be her! Look at her, she just applied a face mask. She can't be a good person!"

"If I don't tear your face apart, you"'ll think I"'m easy to mess with! How dare you instigate my husband not to come home! I'll kill you!"

Makena still wanted to hit me, but just as the high heels hit the ground, the heel broke.

She could only use both hands to hit my head.

I tightly held onto my head, the pain making me grimace.

But as soon as I made a facial expression, the wound on my face started to ache.

Several reporters looked suspicious, saying, "I don't think this lady is short of money, and her appearance doesn't match your husband very well. If she were the vixen, she would have called your husband over a long time ago, she..."

Upon hearing this, Makena stopped what she was doing and was afraid that I would run away, so she straddled me.

She turned her head and glared at the reporter who spoke.

"What do you mean? My husband isn't good enough for her? Which media outlet are you from? What's your employee number?"

The reporter was scared into silence.

At this moment, another wealthy lady walked in from outside.

Her gaze fell on my wrist and she exclaimed, "Look at her watch! She has to be a mistress! Can she afford it herself?"

I finally regained my composure, and my voice was filled with murderous anger.

"Makena, I am your husband's superior, the president of the company! Do you know what you are doing? If you don't stop now, you will end up in jail and your family will be ruined!"

I thought she would be afraid of my identity and apologize, but to my surprise, she laughed even more arrogantly after hearing my words.

"You? A president? How many times did you sleep with guys to get that position? My husband has earned so much profit for the company, and you, a vixen, want to threaten me?"

"If you don't believe me, wait and see whether the chairman will fire you or my husband when this matter becomes big!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately took off her other high heel and prepared to hit me on the head.

Seeing her snarling and exerting force, I could imagine the pain of the heel piercing into my head if she succeeded.

This time, I even used the self-defense skills I had learned before, just to barely break free from under her.

If I didn't lose my temper, she would think that I relied on men to live.

My escape angered her, and her eyes turned red.

At the moment when she raised her hand high, I pointed to the wound on my face and shouted sternly,

"This is the evidence of your intentional harm. There are so many witnesses at the scene, and the cameras have recorded the whole process of you hurting me. Stop now, and I can let you go. Otherwise, you'll be sorry for it!"

When Makena heard these words, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

At this moment, the wives she brought with her rushed in from the door.

All of them started to angrily scold me.

"How can you have the face to call the police? It's outrageous. People here can even down you with their spit! The reporters were called by us. Ask if anyone will be your witness!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the female residents who had hesitated to talk to Makena turned against me and accused me one after another.

"Because of you, she can't afford her son's education anymore. You are enjoying yourself with the mask. If it weren't for you, why would there be so many cars parked in the complex? Insults are flooding the residents' group chat. We should be the ones calling the police, not you!"

The atmosphere at the scene became tense because of these words.

A group of people rushed into my house and started smashing things, but I didn't know who started it.

In an instant, there were loud crashing sounds of porcelain falling to the ground.

Makena regained her fighting spirit, and I was busy trying to stop those people from smashing things. But I couldn't avoid their attacks and was pinned down by several rich ladies.

Her eyes were full of hatred as she focused on my wrist and used the thin heel of her shoe to smash my watch with all her strength.

After a crisp sound, the antique watch face scattered on the floor and became pieces.

Although the force was reduced, the heel of the shoe still pierced straight through my wrist, and blood gushed out instantly.

At this moment, they started to panic.

Under the intense pain, my vision went black and I almost passed out.

At close range, one of the ladies recognized that this watch was a limited edition for auction.

It was sold for 100 million dollars.

She whispered in Makena's ear, and I saw her face turn pale.

Makena turned her head and stared at my wrist again, with even more hatred in her eyes.

"My husband is enchanted by you! He actually spent so much money on you! Since he cheated on me, he'll bear the consequences!"

I could only try to distract her attention.

The smashing in the room triggered the alarm system.

Now, the only thing I could do was stall for time and preserve evidence until the police arrived.

As a result of the pain and anxiety, cold sweat soaked my forehead, and my freshly washed hair became wet again as it stuck tightly to my face.

Enduring the pain, I gritted my teeth and said, "This watch was bought at an auction. Do you think your husband is qualified to attend an auction?"

"What you like is not even worthy of my attention!"

"Have you thought about the consequences of what you've done? Once Zayden finds out, what will he do? Let me tell you, he'll definitely divorce you."

Hearing what I said, Makena gritted her teeth with hatred.

I was too weak to dodge, and I took another slap from her.

"You stole my husband just to make me divorce him, right? You deliberately said this! You framed me! I didn't intend to hurt anyone, the reporters can prove it. It was you who provoked me!"

I laughed because of her shamelessness and arrogance, and the wound on my face tore again. Blood was mixed with sweat, and I trembled in pain.

The sound of smashing gradually subsided, and the living room was already a mess.

There was nowhere to stand.

Makena glanced around and smiled with satisfaction.

"This is the consequence of stealing my man. I will smash as many things as he bought for you! Let's see if I can smash things quicker than he takes them to you!"

I gritted my teeth and looked at her coldly.

If she knew that she was smashing the collection of the company's chairman, how would she beg for mercy?

"Go ahead. Just don't regret it."

"Taking revenge beyond your ability is foolish!"

Besides, the target of revenge was wrong!

My gaze fell on the phone that had dropped to the ground beside me, and I reached out with my uninjured hand for it to notify Zayden.

I didn't expect Makena to see through my intentions and step on my hand with her bare feet.

With her heavy weight pressing down on my wrist, my facial features twisted in pain.

The more I suffered, the more frenzied her expression became.

Several wealthy ladies crossed over my body and entered my dressing room.

A sharp female voice came from inside. "Makena, your husband has bought a lot of good stuff for this bitch, and there's no more room inside!"

"I can't even buy these many clothes in limited editions!"

Hearing this, Makena instantly widened her eyes, and her hatred made her lose all her rationality.

The floor was covered with fragments, so she took off my slippers from my feet, put them on, and stepped into the cloakroom.

She cut up all my clothes with scissors and swept the jewelry to the ground.

The jade was smashed, and the gold was somewhat deformed.

I endured all of these, but when I saw the bracelet in Makena's hand when she came out, I completely lost control.

That was a gift my mother made for me before she passed away!

Makena, who originally didn't care, saw my nervous expression and smugly curled her lips.

"What? Is this the most expensive one? I thought you didn't care about these things. It seems that I didn't find the key..."

In the next second, amidst my screams, she reached out and broke the bracelet.

The crystals on it fell to the ground and bounced a few times before falling silent.

I almost shed tears from my eyes, and I trembled with anger with my chest heaving.

I was about to rush over and fight with Makena, but the police kicked the door open at that moment.

Makena was immediately restrained, and the others were taken away one by one.

I picked up the fragments of the bracelet from the ground and cried out in despair.

The police sympathetically took me to the hospital to dress the wound.

The doctor looked at the X-ray result and said that the penetrating wound on my wrist avoided vital parts, otherwise, my hand might have been disabled.

But I may need cosmetic surgery to repair my facial injuries.

I nodded like a walking dead.

The doctor told me to rest well and not to overexert myself.

But I still showed up at the company the next day.

It was not for anything else.

I wanted to see Zayden lose this job with my own eyes and be expelled from this city!

As soon as I went to work, I immediately had the secretary notify him to come over.

Then, I sent a message to my dad.

How could he enjoy his vacation now that his collection of antiques had been smashed?

But I didn't expect that before Zayden arrived, Makena came.

When she saw me appearing intact at the company, her eyes instantly became red with hatred.

Pointing at me with her hand, her face was full of anger.

"How can you have the face to come to work? Did you split your legs to explain everything to your superior?"

"Luckily, I came today, otherwise, I wouldn't know that you're so capable!"

"Today, I'll let everyone in the company see how many times you have slept with guys to get to where you are!"

With those words, everyone in the company had a look of amusement on their faces.