Mistaken for a Mistress While Buying Underwear for My Husband, I Went Mad

But quickly, she pulled out some photos from her phone and shoved them in my face.

The phone displayed picture after picture of a rural wedding banquet.

Martin and Linda had actually held a wedding in the countryside!

Linda then showed me the deed to the mansion she was living in, claiming it was the house Martin had bought her as their marital home!

That was my money!

Rage surged within me, almost making me cough up blood.

Linda kicked me hard again, then showed the photos to the surrounding patients and their families.

"This mistress not only won't admit her guilt, but she's also trying to pin the blame on me! Too bad I have evidence!"

"Everyone, take a look! These are the wedding photos of me and my husband. I'm his legally wedded wife!"

"Now, this mistress dares to pose as the real wife! I've never seen anyone so shameless!"

The patients and families, who had just been watching the scene unfold, now started to chime in.

"A mistress like that shouldn't be treating people! And she's the department head, too!"

"She's probably sleeping her way to the top, being so young and already a department head!"

"They should fire her! A mistress doesn't deserve to be a doctor!"

Hearing the crowd talk like this, Linda became even more triumphant.

"The public is wise! If I were you, I'd jump off this building right now!"

I lay on the ground, weakly looking toward one of the bystanders.

"Could someone please call security? I swear, I'm not a mistress."

Linda grabbed a cup of water from someone nearby and poured it over me.

Luckily, the water wasn't too hot, so it didn't burn me.

"You wretched woman! No one's going to help you call security!" Linda was still filming me with her phone. "Did everyone see that? This mistress still won't admit her guilt! What do you all think it'll take to make her confess?"

"Pull out her nails? Cut off her ears? Shave her head?"

Listening to Linda read out the comments, I felt both angry and terrified.

"You wouldn't dare! Even if no one calls security, they'll be patrolling here soon. By then, there will be no escape for you!"

Linda let out a maniacal laugh. "No escape? I'll make sure you have no escape first!"

She glanced at her brothers.

"Smash all the hospital equipment! I heard these machines are worth millions each. Break them all, and let's see how she can afford to pay for it!"

I widened my eyes in shock. "There are still patients in the hospital! If you destroy the equipment, what will happen to them?"

But Linda sneered, waving her hand.

The men ran into the treatment rooms and examination areas, smashing the equipment with all their strength.

I watched as the machines were destroyed one by one, collapsing to the ground in despair, feeling utterly helpless.

Seeing my weakened state, Linda became even more pleased with herself. She spotted a row of test tubes in my office and reached for them.

I struggled to move forward, trying to stop her. "Put them down! Those are patient samples for testing!"

Linda let go, and the test tubes shattered on the floor.

I nearly fainted from the shock, barely catching my breath. When I saw her pick up a pile of patient records, ready to tear them apart, I weakly asked, "What do you really want?"

Linda filmed me as she spoke.

"This wretched mistress still has the nerve to ask what I want. I'm going to make sure you never work as a doctor again! You'll be ridiculed for the rest of your life!"

She started reading the comments again.

"Support the sister! I'll throw rotten vegetables at her!"

"I'll throw rotten eggs!"

"That's the way! Make sure she can't work or show her face in public again!"

Leaning against the wall, I stood up, dragging my broken leg as I walked toward her. I reached out to grab the phone she was using to livestream.

But she was faster than me. Not only did I fail to grab the phone, but she also caught hold of my hair, shoving my face right into the phone's camera.

"Did everyone see? This mistress dared to try and snatch my phone! Now she's finally embarrassed, but it's too late!"

"I suddenly feel like this isn't enough. Should I disfigure her face?"

My heart skipped a beat.

From somewhere, Linda pulled out a knife and pressed it against my cheek. The blade was sharp, and my face was immediately cut, the pain so intense I nearly screamed.