Chapter 2
The slap echoed through the courtyard
My cheek stung, but the parents‘ jeers hurt worse.
“Playing innocent now? Maybe think twice before stealing someone’s husband.”
“Bet she’s got a whole list of rich married men on speed dial.“]
“Women like her are the worst. And that poor kid’s going to grow up just like mommy.”
More parents gathered around, phones out, filming everything. Some even spat in my direction.[]
I took off my Burberry coat worth more than their monthly mortgages and dropped it in a nearby trash can.
Then I turned to Ashley.
“First you get your kid to attack my daughter. Now you’re hitting me in public. Where do you get the nerve?”
Ashley tossed her hair back. “A wife has every right to slap her husband’s mistress.”
She smirked. “I’m married to Walker Corp’s CEO. I could do way dare say a word.”
worse to you
and that brat of yours, and no one would
The crowd ate it up.
“If you hadn’t chased after her husband, none of this would’ve happened.“]
“You’re just a homewrecker. Keep your head down and be grateful that’s all you got.“]
“Yeah, drop the victim act. We see right through you.“]
Their words just made Ashley bolder.
She glared at my car. “Look at you, spending my husband’s money! A Rolls–Royce? You’re nothing but a gold–digger.”
Her voice turned ugly. “I hate women like you. You all deserve to die!”
She pulled out her keys and scratched three words across my car:]
“HOME WRECKERS DIE
I stared at the jagged letters. “You’ll regret those words soon enough.”
That set her off.
“Living off my husband’s money and acting all high and mighty?” She grabbed a brick from the garden. “Time to pay it all back!”
She smashed every inch of my car. Windows. Lights. Hood. Nothing escaped her rage.]]
The other parents joined in. grabbing whatever they could find. My hundred thousand dollar car turned to scrap metal in minutes.[]
After breaking the windows, they tore up the leather seats. Then someone popped the trunk.
“Holy shit! Look at all this stuff“]
Ashley pulled out a painting, sneering. “Playing art collector with my husband’s money? Please.-
She ripped it in half. Trash like you deserves trash.
A bystander’s eyes went wide. “Wait – that’s a Morrison original! They sell for millions!”
Ashley just laughed. “So what? It’s my husband’s money anyway. I can destroy whatever I want.“]
I could barely contain my anger.]
Jack hadn’t contributed a dime. He’d been living off my family for years. When I finally gave him a chance to run part of Walker Corp. he nearly drove it into the ground.
I should’ve fired him years ago!]
But these people thought he was some business genius. And Ashley was basking in their worship
The parents kept destroying my things, ripping up million–dollar paintings like confetti
I’d just bought them at auction that morning. Hadn’t even gotten them home.]
Watching these idiots, I pulled out my phone.
“Get here in five minutes. No excuses.”
One of the moms snatched my phone and smashed it. “Calling your sugar daddy for help?“]
“Probably has a whole lineup of rich men on call!”
They roared with laughter, thinking they were so clever.]
I looked at my crushed phone and said quietly. “Keep laughing. You won’t be for long-
They found that hilarious.[]
“A mistress trying to act rough?”
“Ashley’s husband runs Walker Corp. You’re nothing but an ant to squash.”
The mockery grew louder. Some spat at me again.||
Ashley dug her heel into my face, grinning. “Me? Regret anything? Never. Let’s see you try to make me.“[
I turned to Mrs. Thompson. “You knew they were hurting my daughter, didn’t you?”
She looked at me like I was dirt. “Yeah, so what?”
Chapter 2
“Tyler did us all a favor. Taking out the trash isn’t a crime.”
