My Husband Tattooed His Mistress’ Name

I hadn’t expected that Luther, who always acted soft with me, would stand in front of Faye like that.

Right then, someone nearby chuckled and praised him. "Sure, Miss Stewart is the one Brother Luther spoils the most now."

Outside the entrance, I stood there as a cold smile slowly shaped across my face.

Not strike back? Then I wouldn’t match the name Kelly.

In the car, I sat down and opened my phone. "Tonight at twelve."

"Bring Faye Stewart to me."

"And arrange skin-patch tools and a doctor team."

Around a little past eleven, my screen lit bright.

My brother wrote, [I’ve ordered the guards to send Faye to the old home. She’ll reach there in twenty minutes.]

I was ready to answer when another friend forwarded a clip.

Once I tapped it open, Faye was smiling widely toward the lens.

"Today I made a special pattern for a certain self-styled high-class old lady."

She waved the tattoo pen toward the shot. "Guess what I carved on her? Phoenix City Must Eat List!"

"You people should’ve seen it, she’s already thirty yet still dares to show her chest. The flesh was so loose I couldn’t even keep the needle steady. I purposely pressed three times. No matter what, she’ll never erase it.

The comment section burst.

[Refreshing book lead]

[Good job!]

[Hahaha, too funny!]

As she spoke more, she grew more hyped, her eyes bright with small pride.

"I’ve met plenty like her. Holding a little family cash, all they do is buy purses, sip tea, and hook men. Unlike me, I opened a store by my own hands at twenty."

She let out a dramatic sigh. "Shame, no matter how that old lady jumps around, she’s just like that. Her man must be tired of her already."

"Next round, I’ll stream something even better. Watch how I deal with these gold-digging pests."

The clip stopped.

So angry, I let out a laugh.

Faye Stewart.

That title, I named her with my own mouth.

Five years earlier, during a village support check in the hills, I found her inside a cracked mud room.

The sixteen-year-old child curled on a straw sheet, skin marked with wounds.

Her face was pale and thin, her eyes showing low self-worth and hopelessness.

Back then, she was called Hope, meaning to bring a younger boy into the home.

She held tight to my sleeve and said, "Older sister, I want to study."

I took her to Phoenix, changed her name to Faye, meaning full moon and plenty.

Sent her to the top art college, and I personally cut the ribbon for her tattoo store after graduation.

Now she used the craft I paid for to carve five shameful words across my chest, just to mock me online.

And even had her sights on my man.

But what stunned me most was that Luther guarded her that way.

My mind was cut short by noise.

Many black-suited guards marched inside like a team.

Two of them hauled Faye over and tossed her on the ground like rubbish.

Weakly, she tried to lift her head, eyes burning with anger.

"Vera! Apart from using the Kelly family’s power to push people down, what else can you do?"

Then she suddenly seemed to recall something, her lips lifting in smug triumph.

"If you treat me like this, Brother Luther won’t let you off!"

"When he gets bored with you, do you think the Kelly clan will still want a woman thrown away by the Campbell family? Later you’ll be nothing!"

Lowering my gaze toward her, I smiled.

"When Luther chased after me back then, he didn’t even know what the Kelly family was."

Her smile went stiff.

Above her, I touched her chin lightly using the tip of my shoe.

"Sure, you’re twenty now, young and fresh."

"The skin on your face is soft and new, just right to replace the tattoo carved on my chest."