I was taken aback by what Wendy said, but deep down, I couldn't believe that the "her" Luke referred to was me. How could I have any connection to the high and mighty Luke Walker?Wendy continued, "Then they started fighting, and the nurses had to pull them apart. At the time, I didn't think much of it. But why would Luke say he knew you first? And Max didn't even argue. Lately, you've been saying you run into Luke a lot, and it reminded me of this."I stayed silent.Wendy looked at me, puzzled. "Think carefully, did you know Luke before? Maybe you just don't remember."I shook my head firmly. "I really don't know him. Maybe you misheard.""Really?" Wendy seemed uncertain. "Could it have been someone else they were talking about? Who else would Max and Luke fight over?""Wendy, Max never told me it was Luke who saved me. When I asked him, he said it was a fellow student who pushed me out of the way when the frame fell. I remember being pushed from behind and seeing only the pants
Wendy drove us to a nearby leisure district, where we found a garden restaurant for brunch.Once we were seated and had placed our orders, I shared Max's plan with Wendy.Upon hearing everything, Wendy set her coffee cup down and expressed disagreement with my decision to go. "Jen, I believe this guy has bad intentions. Going alone would be like walking into a trap. We can't give him that opportunity.""I understand," I reassured her. "I know Max probably has hidden motives, but Wendy, this might be my only chance to make him confess.""You're taking a huge risk," Wendy said, raising an eyebrow. "I can't allow you to do that.""Wendy, these past few months have been agonizing. Every night, I close my eyes and all I can see is my baby lying in that cold storage.""Jen, I know you're suffering. But your baby is in heaven now, watching over you, and wouldn't want to see you like this," Wendy said gently. "Every child is their mother's angel. Your baby is up there, silently blessing
Wendy rested her chin on her hand, mischief twinkling in her eyes as she looked at me. She blinked and asked, "That night when those scumbags were having sex in the bathroom, we didn't get a chance to confront them. Since she's here today by sheer coincidence, wouldn't it be rude to let her off lightly?"I immediately understood what she meant. How could I not want to confront the mistress?Although my feelings for Max, that scumbag, had died, my hatred for him and the mistress who humiliated me remained strong. Wendy was right; this was an opportunity sent from heaven. Not taking advantage of it would be a waste.I nodded and smiled, "Absolutely!"Wendy, always quick-thinking, flashed her bright, clever eyes and immediately came up with a plan. She confidently tilted her chin at me and said, "Watch me."Just as Wendy was about to get up, I grabbed her hand and shook my head slightly, saying firmly, "Wendy, let me handle this."Wendy looked surprised. "Hmm?""She's messing with
But I was wrong.Or perhaps, when the knife wasn't in my own flesh, I couldn't truly understand the pain. But now, as the betrayed wife, I fully grasp why women, upon seeing the mistress, would want to tear her apart.Cindy laughed lightly and provocatively said to her friend at the bar, "Hey, Sharon, who do you think Max would choose between me and his wife?"The girl named Sharon sighed and looked at her, "Miss Lansworth, I really don't understand why you go after a married man. With your status, you could have any man. What's so special about Max? You must be out of your mind."Cindy, looking into my eyes with a meaningful gaze, replied, "Well, I want what I want, and I always get it."Sharon said, "I advise you to give up. What's so special about a cheating man? His wife is the real victim here.""True, but I just want what others have," Cindy said with a smirk. By now, I was less than a meter away from her.Our eyes met—hers were full of provocation, mine cold and disdainfu
Cindy wasn't stupid; she had a natural inclination towards aggression. She tried to pull and grab at me, attempting to get a hold of my hair. However, since I hadn't washed it in a few days and had it tied up, she couldn't get a good grip.In a fight, both parties are bound to get hurt. Her long nails scratched my cheek, causing a sharp pain—I most likely had a visible mark now.Fueled by anger, I fought back with all my might. There was no need for pretense or subtleties; I wanted to confront her directly. In the videos she sent me, flaunting her affair, her face was clearly visible. It would have been pointless to play innocent and look for an excuse to attack her. This confrontation was much more satisfying."Your parents might have raised you, but they clearly didn't teach you any manners. I'm not afraid to step in!" I said through gritted teeth, delivering a hard slap across Cindy's face. "Today, you'll learn that stealing from others comes with consequences."After being slap
"You’re the source of the stench!" Cindy screamed, kicking off her other shoe and lunging at Wendy.But she was no match for Wendy—who was the toughest girl in our school. Wendy once took on three guys at once and left them in the hospital for a month, with a 15,000-word reflection letter to boot.Sharon wanted to help Cindy but was too delicate and afraid of getting hurt. She just kept calling for bystanders to intervene. But who would want to help a mistress getting beaten in public?In her desperation, Sharon called the police.I was worried Cindy might hurt Wendy, even a little. So, I jumped in and grabbed Cindy’s hair, pulling her away from Wendy.Wendy, quick as ever, took the opportunity to land several slaps on Cindy.Honestly, I was a bit envious—I wanted to be the one delivering those slaps!Cindy howled in anger and pain.Seeing that Wendy had had enough, I let go of Cindy and noticed a water jug on the table. I grabbed it, opened the lid, and splashed the contents
"I'm not interested in other people's husbands; I just like stealing yours. So what?" Cindy, completely shameless, asked me, "Is it illegal to be a mistress? What can you do about it?"I frowned, almost laughing at her audacity. "You don't know about bigamy laws, do you?""Bigamy?" Cindy scoffed. "Are you trying to lecture me on the law? Jen, I haven't lived with your husband as his wife, nor have we gotten engaged, had a wedding, or registered our marriage. How does that qualify as bigamy?"Wendy and I exchanged a glance, both amazed at Cindy's brazen attitude.I said, "Really? You always stayed in hotels, right? Those expenses came out of our shared marital funds. I don't mind investigating and reclaiming every cent."Cindy smirked, "You'll be disappointed. We never used his money for hotels. I paid for it all."I couldn't help but laugh. "So you're saying you willingly let my husband have sex with you for free?"Cindy took a deep breath, her composure unshaken. "We love each
As God is my witness, I said the most hurtful things that came to mind. I have never spoken so viciously to anyone before. But Cindy deserved it.Cindy, however, was resilient. My words didn't affect her. She looked at me, took a step closer, and whispered, "Jen, remember my words. I will take anything you love away from you. If I can't have it, I'll destroy it. If I can't obtain it, neither will you."Her words left me shocked. I asked coldly, "Why do you hate me? We don't even know each other. What's your problem? If you have mental issues, see a doctor before it's too late!"Cindy snorted, "Why do I hate you? You'll find out soon enough. Don't worry."I was confused but couldn't find an answer.Since Sharon had called the police, they arrived promptly and took us to the station.Fighting in public is a serious offense.I told the truth, and Cindy didn't deny it either, maintaining her arrogant attitude. Even the officer taking our statements seemed irritated. Sharon tried to