Hospital

Her sudden slap and the overwhelming insults made me feel both painful and

embarrassed.

All the guests in the beauty salon were eagerly watching such a drama where a legitimate wife beat up a mistress.

“She seems quite well–mannered with her words and actions.”

“Unexpectedly, at this age, she‘ would seduce other men and do such shameless things. Everything can indeed happen in this vast world.”

Everyone’s whisper rang out in my ears.

I endured the pain on my face and explained, “Siena, you misunderstood. I am Troy’s…”

Siena didn’t give me a chance to speak.

She grabbed my hair and pushed me down to the ground. Several of her friends swarmed up, punching and kicking me.

The intense pain almost numbed my whole body.

Siena scolded me while beating me, “You slut. You seduced my husband, and you deny that you’re not a mistress.

“If you’re not his mistress, how do you know my name?

“It is funny. I didn’t expect you to hide so well.

“Let me tell you. A lowly woman like you will never be able to rise high and gain glory. Don’t ever think about snatching my husband from me in your whole life. When I marry into a wealthy family, I will sell you to a brothel, let you serve thousands of men, and be taken advantage of by tens of thousands!”

Amid such offensive insults, I kept explaining, “Siena, I am not Troy’s mistress. If you don’t believe me, call Troy and ask him.”

Before, Troy had shown me photos and videos of him and Siena together.

In the photos, Siena appeared as a gentle, considerate, and well–educated girl.

But now I realized that I was wrong.

I didn’t expect Siena to be so sarcastic and mean. She wouldn’t give me any chance to explain. She pulled my hair apart and crazily dragged me around. Suffering from excruciating pain, I screamed over and over again.

“Well, Troy? You’re calling him so intimately. A cheap whore is always a cheap whore. Now you’re still verbally stubborn.”

Siena looked gloomy, saying, “Humph. What a stubborn woman. You sluts who serve as mistresses for others will never admit that you are mistresses even in death!

“Later, I will take you to the engagement banquet and personally ook m

or I serve him better.

“With me around, you will never be able to marry into a wealthy family in your whole life. At best, you are just second–used goods that Troy will kick away after getting tired of you.”

Siena’s sharp curses kept stimulating my nerves.

I dared not imagine what would happen if Troy married a woman like Siena in the future.

Before this, I was full of expectations. I even bought a post–marriage villa for them. “Humph. Let’s kill this slut!”

“Take off her clothes. Today, I want to see if this trash has any shame.”

Siena’s best friend’s eyes flickered with fierceness.

They stared at me intently.

Four or five people were crazily pulling my hair and beating me on the ground. Cooperating with another woman, Siena was tearing off the buttons on my long dress.

For a moment, I was covered in blood, and my body was exposed.

Everyone looked at me gloatingly as if it no longer mattered to them whether I was a mistress or not.

The scene of me being humiliated and beaten became a great show in their eyes. They watched it with excitement.

I desperately covered my chest.

There were so many of them. I was simply no match for them.

The intense pain almost made me faint. In a daze, I even saw Siena taking out her cell phone and starting to take pictures of me.

“You slut. Your reputation is to be ruined.”

Siena’s several close friends were about to tear off my remaining tattered clothes.

I shouted out, “Siena, I am Troy’s mother!”

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