Chapter 3
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I was thunderstruck, crying out, "No way! I've known David for ten years, been married to him for five. How could the certificate be fake?"
I crouched down to pick up the discarded certificate from the ground, hoping to have it rechecked.
Emma's stiletto crushed my wrist before I could reach it, her voice dripping with contempt. "See? Mine's the real one. You b***h stole my husband and my life. Today I'll put you in your place!"
She ground her heel into my wrist, the pain so sharp my ears rang.
Others swung iron rods at my back, leaving me doubled over.
"Stop!" I roared.
"Nothing has been proven yet. On what grounds are you attacking me? I'm a director of Nova Group. I will have my lawyer sue every single one of you who has hurt me. You will all bear legal responsibility!"
A hush fell, then the room erupted in laughter.
"First, David's wife, now a director? Do lies just fall from your mouth? Nova Group is the city's premier firm! Do you think any random nobody can become a director?"
Emma arched a brow, spurring them on. "My husband's company has no director like you. Don't worry, everyone—I am right here watching. Whoever does a good job beating up this w***e, I'll have my husband find you a position at the company."
The crowd surged forward, ravenous.
"Nova Group only hires elites from overseas and graduates from top universities—salaries in millions!"
"Anyway, she's a mistress. Beating her is no big deal. I hate cheating sluts like her the most."
Fingers clawed at my hair, nails biting flesh.
My shriek pierced the air as the mob closed in until whistles shrilled. Security shoved through, barking, "Disperse! Nova Group's VIP arrives today!"
They hauled me up as Emma watched, arms crossed, her foot tapping like a metronome of disdain.
"You dare to make me leave? Do you have any idea who I am?"
The head security officer stepped forward respectfully.
"Ma'am, we've been notified that Nova Group's distinguished guest is traveling on our flight today. We're on alert and must prevent any congestion."
Emma snorted, tapping the iron rod lazily against the security chief's chest. "Nova Group? You're talking about me. I'm Mrs. Moore!"
She brandished her marriage certificate, thrusting it in his face. "Open your damn eyes and look! I am the VIP you're referring to. Doesn't this airline belong to us, too? You can't even recognize your own master. Watch it, or I'll have you fired."
The head of security retreated under her prodding, lips pressed tightly, but still shielded me with his team.
Emma sneered and snapped her fingers impatiently. "If you want to be the hero, then take the beating for her."
Amid the chaos, I dialed David's number.
Emma had acted like the legitimate wife the whole time. If her marriage certificate was genuine, then I'd been deceived.
But the line was constantly busy.
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