Housewife’s Revenge: After the Mistress Called My Husband Daddy

"Isn’t that right? They’d strut around, acting all high and mighty, like they’re some kind of royalty. Hah! Deep down, they’re nothing more but sluts," someone in the crowd jeered.

"Selling goods by day, selling their bodies by night!" another person sneered, stirring laughter and nods among the bystanders.

The security guard, initially stepping forward to break up the confrontation, paused when he overheard the damning messages I had read aloud. He folded his arms, settling back with a smirk to watch the unfolding spectacle.

With the rise of social media, everyone’s a reporter. Spectators pulled out their phones to snap photos and started live-streams.

"I love seeing this homewrecker get her due!" someone muttered as they recorded.

"I need to get in on this. Imagine the views I’ll get!"

As more people gathered at the entrance, the crowd thickened until it reached hundreds, their shouts and chatter filling the air.

Soon enough, the manager of the luxury store arrived with a few other saleswomen in tow, trying to shield the mistress and speaking out defensively.

"Let her go!" one of the saleswomen demanded, her voice quivering with frustration. "You're violating her privacy!"

"Stop filming!" another cried. "If you damage our brand’s image, we’ll take legal action against you!"

"Our products are top luxury goods," the manager added haughtily. "Our brand’s reputation is invaluable!"

I chuckled darkly at their protests.

"Top luxury? What a joke! No amount of glitz can mask the filth here," I shot back.

Then I directed my glare at the manager. "You’re in charge, aren’t you? So tell me, what do you plan to do about this employee of yours who’s out to wreck families? I demand you fire her immediately! She’s the stain tarnishing your precious brand!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause at my words, their support loud and enthusiastic.

Meanwhile, the store manager and the sales team looked visibly rattled, exchanging glances as their initial confidence wavered.

The mistress, now surrounded by a sea of faces and hundreds of phones capturing every angle, appeared desperate. Her bravado slipped and in a moment of fury, she snapped.

"Yes! I flirted with your husband! But he came onto me!" she spat, her voice shaking with anger.

"If you’re so brave, call him here and ask him yourself! Do you really think he’s on your side? He will choose me!"

"You’re insecure because you can’t win your husband’s heart," she sneered. "Men don’t stay with women who lack charm, so no wonder he’s bored with you! Unlike you, I’m beautiful, I’m thoughtful! What can I say? Men want me."

She raised her chin defiantly, her voice dripping with contempt. "You’re just a bitter, miserable woman, clinging to your pathetic morals. Maybe if you took better care of yourself, your husband wouldn’t stray. Ugly women like you only cling to morality out of jealousy."

The venom in her words stung, but she wasn’t finished.

"Do you really think you have what it takes to compete with me? I’m a catch and you’re just a sad, pitiful wife who can’t keep her husband’s attention."

As her tirade went on, a few saleswomen chimed in, snickering and tossing out comments of their own.

"Yes! Why are you making it so hard for her?" one of them remarked, crossing her arms. "You really need a style upgrade."

"Our team at Lois Vitone is fabulous, cool and well-loved by clients," another added with a smug grin. "It’s no wonder men are drawn to us! We’re here to sell luxury goods, not hide behind veils."

"Exactly! You’ll never be able to stop other women from catching his eye," a third sneered. "Just face it. Rich men don’t limit their spending to one person."

"Why should we apologize because your husband happens to be wealthy?" someone else chimed in, rolling her eyes. "Don’t be so selfish!"

The store manager watched with a smirk, clearly relishing the situation.

"Fire her? Not a chance," she said with a cold laugh. "She’s our top salesperson and one of our best employees!"

"Relationships are personal matters and we don’t interfere in private lives," she added smugly.

"Firing someone over a family squabble? Ridiculous."

She crossed her arms, oozing confidence. "Even if you took this up with the mall’s management, it would make no difference. Our store brings in billions every year. We’re a five-star establishment here, honey. So think twice if you really believe you can scare us."