A Life Stolen by a Mistress' Lie

The moment those words left my mouth, the expressions of the wealthy clients shifted instantly.

One of the clients, who had just been served by Cassandra, was so furious that she slapped her across the face.

"I can’t believe I let this mistress touch me. How revolting!"

"Mrs. Vasquez, it’s not true! Don’t believe her lies. She’s the real mistress!" Cassandra pointed at me with trembling hands.

"Don’t you know? The one who isn’t loved is the actual mistress! What she’s doing makes her no better than one! I’ve known Sanz way longer than she has!" She added.

Her voice grew more hysterical as she continued.

"We’ve been in love for so long! If it weren’t for her, Sanz would’ve married me a long time ago! She’s the one who ruined everything!"

Her outburst was almost laughable to me.

"Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow and slapped her across the face, hard.

"You seduced my husband, caused my car accident, and made me lose my baby. Tell me, which of these am I wrong about?"

As I spoke, a sharp pain radiated from my abdomen, reminding me of everything I had endured. I hadn’t been sure about terminating the pregnancy at first—after all, I had longed for a child for years. But then, on my way to the hospital, out of nowhere, a car hit me. Blood poured from me, and by the time I reached the hospital, it was too late. I had no choice but to undergo the abortion. I lost the baby.

Cassandra’s cruelty wouldn’t go unpunished!

As we argued, the pink Maserati outside was already beyond recognition, smashed to pieces. My friend’s team, motivated by the fact they were dealing with a mistress, was more enthusiastic than ever. Some of them stormed into the beauty salon. Soon, the digital sign outside had been altered to read:

"Owner Cassandra: Proud Mistress, Dedicated to Helping Legitimate Wives Expand Their Families!"

The salon staff had never seen anything like it. Screams filled the air as more and more people gathered outside, snapping photos and whispering to each other.

Cassandra’s face was red with rage. Desperate, she whipped out her phone to call Sanz. This time, he answered.

"Baby, I’m being bullied! Come to the salon and help me!" she whined. After a brief exchange, the call ended.

Cassandra glared at me with disdain, her voice laced with arrogance.

"You old hag, you had the guts to bring people here and cause trouble? Just wait and see what happens!"

I crossed my arms and gave her an indifferent look.

"Let’s see who’ll be the one waiting."