Chapter 4
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Emma looked at me mockingly. "What? Need backup? Going to call David?"
With a laugh, she gave me a kick, her eyes narrowing as she spat, "David promised he'd answer my calls no matter what! I'll make you, the pathetic mistress, lose all hope right now."
Emma pulled out her phone and dialed David, who answered within seconds. "Hey, babe, what's wrong?"
A familiar voice crackled through the receiver.
The truth hit me like a ton of bricks—while I was abroad, they'd already been carrying on behind my back.
I let out a cold snort, and a wave of icy fury rose in my chest.
Back then, I'd refused an arranged marriage to be with him. And I'd personally placed him in the seat as chief executive officer. And this was how he repaid me—by betraying me.
"David, you've got some nerve. Get your deranged mistress out of here now, or you'll regret it."
Maybe my voice dripped with such venom that he didn't recognize me.
After a tense silence, his gruff voice snapped back, "Who the hell do you think you're talking to? I'm Nova Group's CEO. I can make your life hell in Riverstan! You dare threaten me?"
Emma complained into the phone. "Exactly! This b***h dares to call me the mistress! Everyone knows I'm your wife!"
David's voice softened as he comforted her. "Don't worry, babe. I'm coming right now to settle things for you."
I clenched my fists and laughed bitterly.
He'd said he didn't have time to pick me up at the airport, but one call from Emma and he'd come running.
She hung up and dragged the cold iron rod across my cheek, sneering. "How pathetic. He didn't even recognize you!"
She and her cronies advanced, her face twisting with growing malice.
"Everyone—make this slut regret ever crossing me."
Each of them held an iron bar. The security guards were also surrounded and didn't dare intervene.
The crowd that had just dispersed gathered around again. One of Emma's lackeys even started a live stream to get attention.
#BossWifeVsMistress #HomewreckerExposed became top topics.
With a final struggle, I spat out, glaring fiercely at her. "Stop now! If David knows what you've done to me, he'll make you pay! Everything he has today, he owes to me!"
Emma sneered mockingly. "Oh—still running your mouth when you're about to die? Let's see if that mouth survives cremation after we're done with you."
Her iron rod came down hard on the back of my knee.
My face turned deathly pale as I collapsed to the ground, instantly drenched in cold sweat.
Emma landed several blows on the same spot, the pain shooting through my body.
After the excruciating agony, I was nearly blacking out from the pain. Yet she stood indignantly in front of the camera, declaring, "Today, on behalf of millions of women, I'm delivering justice to homewreckers like you!"
The live stream's viewer count skyrocketed, with many commenting.
A: [Serves her right! No more pathetic wives just walking away. Mrs. Moore is a true heroine!]
B: [My husband cheated with a mistress, too. Someone at the scene, give her hell for me!]
Spotting this comment, Emma replied, "Don't worry, sis! I'll take care of that right now!"
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