Chapter 1

When I first started working, I bought an apartment that was now being demolished to develop a tourist attraction. I finally managed to find time to come back from out of town to pack up my things. To my dismay, the elevator was broken, and I had to use the stairs. Just a few floors from my destination, I heard a commotion above.

"Smash it hard!"

"She keeps messaging my husband every day, asking him to buy her designer bags with our money!"

"I can't believe she's even after the house!"

"Everyone knows the compensation from the demolition is at least a few million dollars. A shameless mistress dreaming of getting that money? Impossible!"

The sounds of destruction accompanied the voices. The loud crashes made my heart pound. Having worked away for many years, I hadn't realized such characters existed among my neighbors. Shaking my head, I sighed, "The audacity of mistresses these days is driving other men's wives to this!"

As a married woman myself, I felt some sympathy for her. Since I was there, I thought I might ask if she needed any help. After all, I was a lawyer who had handled many divorce cases. It was tough for women to fight for more assets during a divorce.

"Good job! Mistresses should be punished!"

"What's your husband's mistress’s name? Make sure you get the right house! This apartment has been unoccupied for years." It seemed to be a neighbor asking.

The woman's voice grew louder. "How could I be wrong? This is my husband's property!"

Her anger escalated. "Keep smashing!"

She uttered these words just as I reached the door, stopping me in my tracks. This was my house! I knew the woman. She was Amelia, my brother Matt's girlfriend. Matt had sent me her photo, mentioning they had recently started dating and he hadn't brought her home yet. Seeing her enraged, I wondered whether Matt had wronged her somehow, leading her to target the wrong place.

"Amelia? Has Matt done something despicable? Tell me, and I'll take care of him!" I rolled up my sleeves, shocked that Matt would even dare to have an affair. He really had grown too bold.

It hadn't been three days since he needed a lesson!

Suddenly, Amelia stared at me intently, pointing her finger. "She is the mistress. Grab her! Don't let her escape!"

Several burly men came out of the house and grabbed me before I could even ask what was happening. Amelia slapped me across the face, dazing me withthe pain.

She gripped my collar, turning to a neighbor. "This is my husband's mistress. Her name is Jan! Check the deed if you don't believe me! You slut! My husband actually bought her this apartment!"

A neighbor immediately responded, "When I went to sign today, I saw that the owner’s name was Jan!"

The neighbors began to murmur among themselves. Amelia let go of me and pulled out her phone, pointing it at my face.

"To everyone in the live stream, take a look at this shameless woman! She’s utterly brazen!"

"She has my husband buy her designer bags and even an apartment!"

"She even said she was going to teach my husband a lesson! What has my husband done wrong? It's all because of this mistress!"

Amelia thrust her phone in my face, and I finally realized she thought I was Matt's mistress.

This was a huge misunderstanding.

"You've made a mistake. I'm really not the mistress..."

Before I could finish, Amelia snatched the designer bag I was carrying.

"This is the designer bag my husband bought for you. I know the saleswoman. She said my husband often buys bags for you. Are you going to deny it?"