Chapter 2

But I asked Matt to buy the bag because, that store is represented by my BFF, it's fully stocked and reliable, so my coworkers and I asked Matt to buy it and express it for us.

I didn't realize Amelia had misunderstood like that.

I was quick to explain.

"I paid Matt for those bags, he didn't buy them."

Amelia hears me but gets even angrier and throws her bag on the floor and stomps on it so hard that all my cell phone cosmetics fall out.

Amelia stomped all the stuff in my bag and slapped me a couple more times left and right.

"You paid? Where's the money? I just see the balance on my husband's card getting smaller and smaller!"

"That's all joint property of my husband and me! Do you deserve to spend it? Shameless bitch!"

My face was quickly swollen by Zhang Yao and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, I could clearly feel that a tooth had also sprayed out.

There were hoots and hollers all around me at the sight of my misery.

"Yes, junior should be beaten to death!"

"This woman is a slut at first glance, and she doesn't know how many men she's hooked up with outside, we original spouses who are merciful to the mistress are being cruel to ourselves!"

Encouraged by her neighbors, Amelia became even more amused and continued to dislike my face with her phone.

"Families, Junior is still sophomoric!"

"The face is already swollen, where to hit next? I'll try them one by one today and see what it takes for her to stop talking!"

Said Amelia as she kicked me in the stomach.

Another mouthful of blood spurted out of me and I looked hard at Amelia, "I've already said it, I'm really not a mistress, you're really misunderstanding, you're breaking the law now."

I didn't realize Amelia heard that and grabbed my head and stoned it against the wall, and my forehead immediately swelled up.

"Breaking the law? I know you're a lawyer, so lawyers can bully us commoners and steal my husband?"

"I'll show you all the proof of your shamelessness today!"

Amelia lets go of me and pulls a nightgown and a work tag out of a paper bag on the floor.

She carried the pajamas in her hands, showing them to the neighbors around her, and pointing her phone at them again.

"Did everyone see that? This bitch, she really doesn't see the coffin!"

"I saw this nightgown in the spare room of my husband's house!"

"And her work badge, look at it everyone, Jan! Barrister! Just a slut who seduced my husband!"

I frowned at my pajamas and work tag, remembering that it was a while back when I didn't get a direct high speed train back to work after a business trip and had to transit at the train station next to Matt's place.

He said he had no one at home so I stayed the night.

The next day I was in a hurry to catch the bus and waited until I got to my own house to realize that my pajamas and work permit were gone, and it turned out that I had dropped them at Matt's house.

"This work badge and pajamas are because of ......"

Before I could finish my sentence, Amelia's eyes signaled the pugilist she'd brought with her.

They threw me on the ground and kicked me one foot at a time.

Amelia stomped on me a couple times too.

"The evidence is on your face, and you still have the face to argue! I'll beat you to death today for heaven's sake!"

The surrounding neighbors shouted their approval.

"I'm not a mistress, I'm Matt's sister!" I finally yelled as I braced myself.

Amelia was kicking me when she stopped.