My Dad's Mistress Taught Me A Lesson in Public

Bruce persuaded me for a long time before I reluctantly agreed to help him choose a Valentine's Day gift for Sarah.

This day marked not only Valentine's Day but also my parents' wedding anniversary. After over twenty years of marriage, my parents remain deeply in love, and I often feel like a "light bulb" between them.

I frowned, trying to process the situation. "Did you say you have a child?"

"Yes," Selene replied, her head held high and a hint of smugness in her tone. "Bruce and I have been together for three or four years. Isn't it normal to have a child? Don't be so ungrateful."

"Don't you know he's already married?" I struggled to accept this sudden revelation.

"How dare you accuse me? The one with children is the real 'original spouse.' You are all mistresses. Don't even think of spending a penny of Bruce's money. It's all for my children," Selene said contemptuously.

"I've checked you out. I heard you're a college student. "Do you realize your actions tarnish the image of college students?" Selene sat on the sofa. "Take off her clothes. I want to see what charm attracted Bruce."

Horrified, I stepped back. "How can you justify such unseemly behavior?"

Before I could finish, Selene slapped me hard twice. "I've already said you're the one who came after me. Understand the order of precedence?"

I struggled, and several men held me down and stripped off my clothes.

I desperately tried to protect my clothes. Helpless, I turned to the salesgirls for help. "Please, call the police."

But the new employees didn't recognize me and watched the scene unfold.

"I was wondering how she could buy a crocodile bag at such a young age. Turns out she's dating a rich man."

"That man looks old enough to be her father. I can't believe she has no shame, doing anything for money."

"But that woman doesn't seem to be the official wife, right? Haven't you heard he has a family?"

"Even so, she said she's pregnant with a boy. What do wealthy families care about most? Offspring."

The salesgirls were whispering nearby, and every word reached my ears.

My jacket was torn, and despite my struggles, I couldn't escape the grip of several people. Enraged, I viciously bit Selene's arm.

"You little bitch, how dare you bite me? I'll teach you a lesson!" She stood up and kicked me hard in the abdomen with her high heels.

"Hit her!" A few men hesitated, but Selene yelled, "What, do you want me to do it myself? What if something happens to the baby in my belly?"