Chapter 3

Your Husband is Coming Soon

Bertha Louis paused for a moment. The next second, she burst into laughter. "You, his daughter? My husband's daughter is studying abroad and doing business. Who are you trying to fool?"

"You're just a lifetime mistress, surviving only on men," she sneered.

"It's because you're young and pretty, right?"

"Zachary Spencer will get tired of you soon enough. I'm just ending your game early."

"You his daughter? Then I might as well be his mother!"

Bertha Louis completely lost it and, with a distorted face, started taking photos of me with her phone. I looked desperately at the hotel staff and the guests, hoping someone would come to my rescue. But no one stepped forward. They were all taking pictures of me too.

"How sad!"

"Sad? She deserves it for wrecking someone's marriage!"

"She started it by driving up in her lover's car to provoke!"

"Strip her and post it online. The more people see it, the better. Then she won't be able to harm anyone else."

In the midst of the chaos, a cautious voice spoke up, "Bertha Louis, what if she really is your husband's daughter? Have you checked?"

Bertha Louis scoffed and looked disdainfully at me, lying battered and bloody on the ground, "Hmph, my husband's daughter is still in England. She couldn't have arrived this early." Then she stomped on my hand with the sharp heel of her high-heeled shoe, grinding it down harshly.

Indeed, I had told my father that I would return on my wedding day. But after their argument, I wanted to talk to my stepmother early to reassure her, so I came back a day early. It turns out, the "mistress" my stepmother was looking for was me.

"Weren't you the one who had dinner with Zachary Spencer last night?"

"Zachary Spencer didn't come home until midnight. Have you no shame? Meeting another man the night before your wedding?"

The crowd erupted in anger and insults hurled at me.

My wedding dress was already torn and falling off. Bertha Louis, with a smirk, personally pulled off my last piece of protection. My hands were pinned down, and I let out a piercing scream, struggling with all my might.

"Move her hands; can't get a good shot."

"I'm going to post this online for everyone to see this whore's body."

I struggled until I was out of strength, unable to move.

People discussed my body. Bertha Louis's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the hall.

Looking at me, barely alive, a woman began to fear, "Bertha Louis, we're not going to kill her, are we?"

"Should we continue?"

Bertha Louis snorted, "She's still alive. She's just acting. Continue."

In the crowd, a middle-aged woman finally couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward, "Hey, you've taught her enough of a lesson. Maybe give her some clothes to cover up. Think of how her family would feel seeing this."

Bertha Louis turned, her cold gaze falling on the woman.

"I'm teaching a mistress a lesson. What does it have to do with you? Were you a mistress once too, so you sympathize with her?"

"You know who my husband is, right? Zachary Spencer. He's the richest man here. Cross me, and see if I won't teach you a lesson too."

The middle-aged woman immediately shut up and quietly stepped back into the crowd.

I felt utterly hopeless.

Bertha Louis waved to her friends, "Drag her out to the lawn."

One of her friends reminded her, "Your husband will be here soon."

Bertha Louis's face changed.

"Then hurry up! My husband said he's introducing me to his daughter today."