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

"I'd like to see how you'll seduce my husband after your face is ruined!"

She grabbed my neck with one hand and held a knife near my face with the other.

"Tell me, should I carve 'bitch' on your face, or 'slut'? How about both?"

I didn't dare move. I could only try pleading with the onlookers, "Whoever helps me, I'll give you my watch! It's worth two million!"

The crowd exploded.

"Two million!"

"I'll go get security!"

"I know that watch! It's really worth two million!"

But Linda sneered, "That watch is fake. How could a mistress have a two-million-dollar watch?"

She glared at the crowd, "I dare anyone to get security! I'll beat you too!"

The crowd fell silent.

Linda's brothers stormed into my office.

"Linda, don't worry, we've smashed everything that can be smashed!"

"And anything that couldn't be smashed, we cut the wires!"

Linda nodded in satisfaction.

My heart bled. The hospital equipment was expensive, but that was the least of my worries. Some of it had taken months to arrive from overseas.

Linda slashed another cut across my face.

"Looks like just ruining your face isn't enough," her eyes trailed down to my hand. "I'll ruin your hand today, so you'll be useless for the rest of your life!"

I was stunned by her words.

My face could be injured, but not my hands.

If my hands were crippled, how would I ever perform surgery again?

"No!" I hid my hands behind me, "If you dare touch my hands, you'll regret it!"

But the pain in my expression only excited Linda further.

She pointed her phone at me and continued her live stream.

"Everyone, take a good look! This bitch cares most about her hands, and I'm about to stab them!"

"This is what happens to mistresses! They'll never be doctors again!"

With that, Linda raised the knife and aimed it at my hand.

"Stop!" I screamed, "If you stab me, I swear I'll kill you!"

Linda smirked and continued to bring the knife down.

I struggled free from her grasp, dragging my fractured leg as I ran.

Blood streamed down my face, and my entire body hurt. Cold sweat soaked me.

"Stop her!" Linda shouted.

The crowd quickly surrounded me, blocking my escape.

"Please, let me go! I have surgery to perform. My hands can't be injured..."

Before I could finish, one of Linda's brothers grabbed me and threw me to the ground.

My injured face scraped against the floor, sending waves of pain through me.

"Hold her hand to the ground!" Linda, clutching her belly, crouched beside me with a menacing look, raising the knife towards my hand.

"Wait, even if she's a mistress, just beating her up is enough. There's no need to cripple her hand," someone from the crowd whispered.

Linda immediately snapped back, "She ruined my family! I'm already being merciful by not killing her. Are you siding with her? Are you a mistress too?"

Someone in the crowd echoed Linda, "Exactly! The wife has every right to beat a mistress. Who else would sympathize with a mistress?"

The person who had spoken up backed off, no longer daring to say anything.

"If anyone else speaks up for her, I'll show your faces to everyone on this live stream. Let's see what the supporters of mistresses look like!"

With that, Linda plunged the knife into my hand.

Blood gushed out, staining the floor red.

The pain was so intense that my vision went black. I struggled, but a foot stomped on my injured leg.

Linda pulled the knife out, and I screamed in agony. Then she stabbed it into my hand again, and I almost passed out from the pain.

I bit my lip so hard it bled, trying to stay conscious.

My hand was destroyed.

Since I was a child, I had always wanted to be a doctor. I had spent years studying, passing countless exams, and undergoing extensive training to become one.

My parents had even built this hospital for me, so I could practice medicine freely, away from the corruption of other hospitals.

And up until now, my surgery success rate had been 100%. My mentor said that if I honed my skills further, I could become even better.

But now, my success rate would forever remain at 100%, because I would never perform surgery again.

In moments of extreme pain, people sometimes find hidden strength. I broke free from their hold and ran to my office, hoping to call the police.

But before I could reach my phone, Linda grabbed me again, kicking me to the ground and stomping on my right hand.

The pain was unbearable. Cold sweat dripped from my body as my vision went dark, and I passed out.

But the next second, someone forcefully pinched my philtrum.

"You don't deserve to faint. Wake up!"

I weakly opened my eyes to see Linda's vicious smile.

She ground her foot into my right hand, looking around at the crowd like a victor.

"If you dare be a mistress, you must bear the consequences!"

Suddenly, a group of security guards rushed over.

They finally realized something was wrong.

I struggled to look at them.

"These people smashed the hospital and injured me! Arrest them all!"

"And call the police!"

The police arrived quickly. As soon as Linda saw them, she shouted, "Gloria Yukio is a mistress! She stole my husband!"

But she hadn't expected the police to coldly glance at her. "We checked the household registration system after receiving the call. Gloria and Martin registered their marriage five years ago. They are legally married."