I casually posted a few loving photos with my husband on Instagram, only to be accused of being a mistress by his actual mistress.
She, along with her group of mindless friends, stormed into my company with hostility.
"My goodness. The successful female CEO has stooped to being a mistress!"
"So what if she is? Even a goddess who turned mistress deserves a beating! Let's teach her a lesson!"
Spurred by her inflammatory words, the group of mindless women wreaked havoc on my company.
I called the police immediately and had these harpies arrested.
I threw a divorce agreement in my husband's face, the man who lived off my wealth.
"You leech! Leave me with nothing. Oh, by the way, your mistress has damaged items worth a billion dollars. She probably can't afford the compensation. Since you love her so much, you can compensate for it with her, or join her in jail!"
Huh, how dare the man dependent on me keep a mistress behind my back?
Tired of living, right? Then I'll send him and his mistress to heaven together!
1
I had just finished a business meeting with some clients and hadn't even had a sip of water to rest when I heard a commotion outside the company door.
I got up and walked out of the CEO's office, and from afar, I saw a dozen women storming down the corridor from the other end, each holding up their phones and shouting slogans.
"Down with mistresses! Uphold legitimate rights and combat indecency!"
There are several companies on this floor. With their shouting, many people came out to watch the excitement.
"Ah, they're coming to the office to confront a mistress. This is getting interesting!"
"Maybe some boss has an affair with his secretary, and now his wife has come to the company to catch them in the act!"
"We're in the central business district. Which big shot is going down this time?"
As onlookers gossiped and joined the crowd targeting mistresses, they approached.
Leading the group was a seductive woman in black stockings with a graceful figure—Serena, my husband's secretary.
I took a closer look and frowned in recognition.
My husband Leon Smith is from a rural background, but he is intelligent and hardworking.
He pursued me for four years in college, and we got married after graduation.
My father, Harold Morris, is the founder of the renowned Galaxy Financial Group in the capital.
After my graduation, he gave me this e-commerce subsidiary to hone my skills.
Over the years, I've turned the company around and achieved some success.
Initially, my father had arranged for Leon to be my assistant, but he pleaded with my father to give him a subsidiary to operate independently.
My father gave him an investment to try his hand at it.
Leon worked hard and started a P2P finance company, which quickly became successful.
Although his career was successful, he was always a model husband in front of me.
No matter how authoritative and sharp he is in front of his employees, he has always been submissive to me at home, without a hint of temper.
After all, my father and I control his financial lifelines.
Even with his current success, a single word from me or my father could turn him from a millionaire CEO into a penniless man overnight.
Serena, the secretary he hired last year, I've seen photos of her in meetings with Leon.
She led the group of women with murderous intent, inciting them as they marched toward us.
Chapter 2"Let's stand strong. Today we must beat that mistress until she begs for mercy!" Blanche, a woman with a fierce look and long curly hair, shouted aggressively.
"Serena, don't worry. With so many friends supporting you today, our strongest sisterhood will definitely help you teach that mistress a lesson, leaving her bruised and in tears!"
These people spoke with such anger and righteousness as if they were warriors heading into battle.
I looked at Serena in confusion, not recalling her mentioning marriage.
It was still working hours; why did she come here to confront a mistress?
Leon's company was several kilometers away from mine, and we didn't work in the same building.
As I was speculating, Serena led the group of women right up to me.
Before I could ask what was going on, Serena pointed at me with gritted teeth.
"Hit her! This is the mistress who seduced my boyfriend!"
The group of brainless women incensed all lunged at me.
Seeing the situation was off, I quickly retreated into my office.
The group of women stopped, glaring at me with anger.
"My goodness. The successful female CEO has stooped to being a mistress!"
Serena pointed at me again, fanning the flames. "So what? Even a goddess as a mistress deserves a beating! Hit her!"
Before I could call security, these women, under Serena's command, swarmed towards me.
Up until this moment, I was still bewildered, not understanding why they were targeting me in their fight against mistresses.
I shouted to the group urgently, "Wait a minute! You've got the wrong person. I'm not a mistress!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Serena slapped me across the face with a snarl.
"Bitch! We're here to hit you! You've become a CEO yet still seduce my boyfriend. Shameless!"
2
Before I could react, Blanche also came at me, beating me up.
"You're so wealthy and yet you're someone's mistress! You're just asking for it!"
The onlookers outside also squeezed in to see the drama.
"It's eye-opening! This woman is so beautiful and wealthy, yet she's a mistress!"
The crowd surrounded me, talking and pointing, berating me mercilessly.
I held my reddened face from the beating, glaring at Serena.
"Serena, have you lost your mind? When did I become someone's mistress? Please clarify, who is your boyfriend?"
Serena snorted coldly, pointing at my face and shouting, "You know in your heart whose mistress you are. Don't play innocent with me!"
With that, she threw her phone onto the table.
"You want evidence before you admit it? Then see for yourself!"
I frowned and looked over to see a photo of Leon and me dining together on Valentine's Day.
In the photo, we were in a loving embrace, with the caption: [Happy Valentine's Day, Honey!]
I actually never post photos online. It was Leon who insisted on showing our love that day, and that's why I posted it.
"This is a photo of me celebrating Valentine's Day with my husband. What's the problem? What does it have to do with you confronting a mistress?"
Chapter 3My expression of innocence only served to infuriate Serena further.
"You're still pretending to be clueless. Fine! Then let me show you something else!"
She flipped through her phone and pulled up a photo of her with Leon.
"Do you understand now? Leon is my boyfriend! You spent Valentine's Day with my boyfriend and posted the photos online to show off, calling my boyfriend 'honey.' Do you still not admit that you're the mistress?!"
A whirlwind of emotions churned within me for a moment, and I finally understood what was going on.
So Leon had been having an affair with this woman behind my back. She was Leon's mistress, yet she considered herself his girlfriend!
I never expected that Leon, who had always been submissive in front of me, would have been secretly involved with Serena.
From the looks of it, Leon had been hiding from Serena the fact that he was married to me all along.
Leon was quite the master of time management, dating two women at the same time.
I immediately understood the reason behind his sudden overtime work and meetings.
Moreover, the phone that Serena showed me just now belonged to Leon. It seems she noticed something fishy and secretly took his phone.
Understanding all of this, I was instantly furious.
How dare Leon, who lived off my wealth, scheme against me!
I looked coldly at Serena. "You say I'm the mistress. Do you know what relationship Leon and I have?"
Serena continued to clamor with righteous indignation, "I'm here today to deal with you, the mistress, and you still have the nerve to argue shamelessly. I want to ask you, as a CEO, why do you have to stoop to seducing other people's men?"
Blanche looked me up and down and sneered, "Perhaps she got her position as CEO by relying on men. Does she really have the ability to be a CEO on her own?"
The women immediately echoed in agreement.
"It must be the case. Serena, she must have taken a lot of money from your boyfriend. You have to make her pay it all back!"
"I think she's just being a slut, knowing that Mr. Smith has a girlfriend and still shamelessly seducing him! She deserves to be beaten!"
Hearing so many people cheering for her, Serena became even more complacent.
She looked at me with a triumphant air, smiled smugly, and reached out to touch the crystal ball on my desk.
"Oh, you, as a mistress, still have quite the taste, with such a beautiful crystal ball on your desk. It must be worth tens of thousands of dollars. Oh, it's really extravagant, but why do I suddenly dislike it?"
In my shocked eyes, she deliberately pushed the crystal ball off the stand to the ground.
With a loud crash, the pieces of the crystal ball scattered all over the floor, and I gritted my teeth and looked at her.
"Serena, you will regret it!"
Serena shrugged, making an exaggerated expression.
"Oh my, I accidentally broke it! It's just a broken crystal ball. I'll have my boyfriend compensate you!"
After that, she wandered around my office, looking around and touching things indiscriminately, and finally fixed her eyes on the painting I bought at the auction hanging on the wall.
"Wow, you're quite vain, hanging such a fake painting to think you have artistic accomplishment? Interesting!"